...Remember ME?

SO, at the Bridge, I was thinking that I came here March 10, 2008, and here we are, at almost a year.

Minka, Merlin, Pepper, Matilda, Nico, Harmony, and Sheva all say hello to you, and send their love.

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Thank you for watering our flowers all these years in the place you have set aside for us.

I am glad you finally stopped crying, and the New Guy has you laughing, but do not ever forget for a minute what you and I had, and just as I waited for you to come home from Work every day, I will wait for you here.

Do not hurry for me, because I am outside of Time.

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So I was going to wait till next week, but surely you recall, I was never a patient cat.

So in the Early moring hours today, I decided to finally pay you a visit. I know how emotional you are, so was giving you space and peace this year. But while you were sleeping this morning early we got together again.

As you always did, you carried me around in your arm through all kinds of adventures.

You carried me down a forest road bordered with mossy boulders, and then into a building I never had seeen before.
You took me in your car for a ride to another country.

I may as well tell you now that when I was outside before we met, I think I had frostbitten my paws..

...so now you know why I liked you to carry me, and why I would always purr when you carried me, or held me up to the slider so I could watch the birds.

One other thing to prove to you that I am still an independent cat:

I am chewing on a plant RIGHT NOW, and there is NOTHING you can do about it!

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Don't take any wooden nickels!

Your Catwife, and never forget it,

Meow!

Oooohhhhh......Miles, that was so completely charming, comforting and so YOU......what a lovely, lovely message to your human man-toy..... I can certainly see why you hold such a huge part of his heart, forever and always....

Very sweet Miles, your "human man-toy" will never forget you. I hope you are surrounded by fields of luscious cat nip...Ann

Miles

When I look at your pictures and into your eyes, I see a reflection of my very special ones, Little Guy, Keeper, and Little Girl, and also other black kitties I have seen pictures of here.

I wonder if you have started a Black Cat Association....everytime I see one of you, my heart skips a beat.

I KNOW why Jon has such special feelings about you....I can see the reason in your pictures...and it looks very much like my reasons my 3 sibling black beauties just have an extra special place in my heart and my memories.

Hugs and a kiss right on top of that nose (that's for you, Miles....Jon just gets sent a big hug)

Judy

hi Jon
i have not been here lately, but I knew, this is the the time, when Your precious catwife Miles had to leave You
a year ago
thinking of You and Your family dearly
Your friend
Eva
what a great tribute
what a great love

Hello, Milesy, Mrs. Goodcat, you dear old lady!

Today is the day I took you for your last ride, and I was so glad you visited last week. It was so good once again to feel your fluffy fur against my cheek as I carried you around. Today I set up a new computer, and the old one was still full of your fur, and no matter how much I vacuum, I guess some of you will always be here.

I wondered, that day, when you woke up, and jumped into my lap, and looked into my eyes, and I saw someone living in there, if you were a transmigrated human soul-not that it makes any difference for what we had. Though your playmates at the bridge know I truly loved them all, whatever it was between us was more than that.

You were the perfect unselfish loving friend. You hid how badly you felt and how sick you were, and despite barely being able to breath at the end, you still purred as I held you. I have never seen such devotion from anyone in my life...and I have had GOOD friends.

I am glad we met, and especially glad that I could give such a good soul those 12 years, and I may as well tell you that I was never REALLY angry when you stole the other cats' food, ate the houseplants, and shredded the door mouldings. The fact is that you were happy enough to show off, and had enough of an independent spirit to be a Bad Cat once in a while. Often, though I never showed it, I thought some of the things you did were funny.
You had a hard life out there in the wild till we met, and if you had a cranky streak, it was probably why you survived the coyotes. I wonder how many are going around missing an eye? You can tell me someday.

The next time you visit I shall have your favorite BRUSH! by the bed, and will make you pretty, as you used to love that so much.

The timing is about right that if all goes well, the New Guy will arrive at the bridge about when I do. He loves meeting people, whether they have fur or not, so do not go into one of your jealous snits, you old crank. It will be just one more person to love us both.

I am very sad as I write this. I took your little bed at the windowsill down when you left, because that was YOUR place...and no one can ever take it.

I love you, Mrs. Goodcat.

Crying tears right along with you, Jon.....

But I'll bet, even if you don't go for this belief, that Miles and you have spent many lifetimes together already, and will again....

The day you and Miles met was the beginning of a new kind of life filled with love and devotion that grew stronger with each day that followed.

A year ago today, when Miles left this world for another, your life was forever changed again.

What transpired inbetween is yours to carry forever, Jon. How truly blessed you were to have had the honor of spending Miles life with her and she with you.

May you bask in the warmth of Miles's sunshine and feel the joy of all the times past you shared with each other on this special One Year Angelversary.

Peace, love, and hugs from my heart to yours,
Beth

Milesey, my CatWife,
Two years since you went West. It's no better for me when I tell people stories about you, because you were such a one-in-a-million. The new guy's brithday shares your Bad Day by a week, so I cannot mention him in New Beginnings without remebering saying goodbye, and how terrible it was to come home from the vet crying, and for the first time in decades drinking Scotch straight from the bottle, so I could face throwing your special food, and the window bed you used to use for watching me come home away.

I'll always love you especially.