When I hurt the most, cry the most, love the most, I come here - to you, the cat people, who understand what it is to lose a friend.

Today I said goodbye to Mr Fast, my grey tabby boy, aged 20.

He came into my life at about one year old, he moved into my garden then into my heart. He was timid at first, I threw cat treats to him through the window. Gradually, we would sit together on the back step, as I gave him food. I took him to the vet for the 'snip' - he put his paws around my neck when I went to collect him.
Mr Fast outlived many of my fur people but age caught up with him - first he lost all his teeth, then his kidneys became a problem, then he became deaf - over the last week or so it was apparent he was going blind.

My lovely grey tabby boy was walking into doors and getting lost in the house.
After much soul-searching I analysed on his behalf 'quality of life'.

Four hours ago, I cried while Mr Fast left this world.

I would like the thank the Veterinary profession for being here to help us to ease our friends from their pain and confusion - I waited while Mr Fast fell into the endless sleep and peace he needed.
Dusty will miss him, she loved to curl up next to him.

I will miss him - he was my eldest boy, my constant cat.

Rest well, my Fast... I love you
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When I hurt the most, cry the most, love the most, I come here - to you, the cat people, ... I will miss him - he was my eldest boy, my constant cat. Rest well, my Fast... I love you

What a loving tribute. I'm so sorry.
Karen
on 9/10/03 6:22 AM: What a loving tribute. I'm so sorry. Karen

Thank you, Karen, through my tears, and with one elbow at an odd angle as I type because it rests upon Bagster's head -why can cats NOT leave us alone while we are on the puter?
I will never be without the love of a cat - (I peg them up on the clothesline by the ears until they mew 'I love you')

All of my fur people have been special and have a place in my heart.

When I reach the Rainbow Bridge I will be bowled over by the cranky old lady Belle, my first ever cat Whiskers, my second cat Dewey, the old grumpy man Humphrey, the pillow - hog Zaphod, the 'cat stalked by birds '- Sam, the most broken and patched up ever cat Villain, the timidest Muffin, the bossiest Sascha, my wonderful Max, the Imperial Princess Buki, Earth Mother Sherry, and my sweet Mr Fast.
They have all left me to grieve and mourn their passing.

Which leaves me with the 'cat-with-no-tail' Bagster, the crazy Dusty and introducing (11 months old) Boopie Nana Girl (okay her real name is Sally) who sleeps on my pillow and lets me hold her paw in my fingers until I fall asleep.
Thank you, Karen
Kathy
Today I said goodbye to Mr Fast, my grey tabby boy, aged 20.

Oh, Kathy, I'm so sorry. Please accept my deepest, heartfelt sympathy. Our kitties send their most tender purrs for Mr Fast's journey to the RB. You gave him a wonderful, happy life and a kind and gentle passing, and I hope your loving memories of him will soon ease the ache in your heart.
Jeanne
Thank you, Karen, through my tears, and with one elbow at an odd angle as I type because it rests upon Bagster's head -why can cats NOT leave us alone while we are on the puter?

Because they love us and want to make sure we're not visiting naughty sites or downloading music illegally or talking to strangers.

I am sorry for your loss. There is nothing that ever makes up for it.

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Rest well, my Fast... I love you

Our sincerest condolences on your loss, and purrs to ease the pain.

Marina, Frank and Nikki
Death is a gift, Kathy. To a body destroyed by accident, ravaged by disease, or exhausted by age, death is a release of the soul, a renewal to go bounding forth with new energy into another world of discovery, Old friends and family found, new friends made. I think the problem, such as it is, lays with us, those remaining, who have a somewhat selfish view about it.
I'm sorry you miss your buddy, but, not meaning to sound callused about it, would you deny your friend the new experience, at the cost of remaining with you? As a caring person, I think not.
You might as well cheer up, Mr. Fast is likely doing just fine at the moment, but concerned about you being in the dumps. Jack
Rest well, my Fast... I love you

He was very lucky to have you. I will keep you both in my prayers
I am so sorry for your loss. Twenty years is a good long life...he is just as much a part of your family as the humans are. I know you'll miss him dreadfully. I hope you are able to celebrate his life and remember him with only joy and fondness soon.
Sherry
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