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On Mon, 3 Mar 2003 13:50:06 -0600 (CST), OLT…@webtv.net (GT "Tick") wrote: >ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those >elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, >slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow.
Aw Tick , I know that my heart will crack when Sidney ,’THE WONDER KITTY’ passes away. Mine and Frank ’s ( Sidney too!) thoughts are with you and your lady. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Tick )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) b…@tulsaconnect.com
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>ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those >elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, >slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow.
So, so, very sorry your buddy had to go. I’ve been there more than once. There has been at least one (usually 2) felines in my life since 1965. There is nothing like belonging to a cat, and having that cat choose you, as your ZZ did you is something very special. May you get to the "smiling because it happened" sooner than later. Lisa K.
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sorry ’bout yer loss tick. that stuff sneaks up and digs a lot deeper than we might like to admit. best ed — ———————————————————————– "The whole business of his life was in the plunder of his gaze…" Daniel Halevy on Degas | <include>ed’s 3d stuff | http://world.std.com/~ehill | 617-629-4625 |
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Tick My deepest condolences on your loss. We have two pets, a beagle-pug and a Norwegian dwarf "killer bunny"( think the Holy Grail : ) ) They are my buds….I consider it an honor to know such interesting and compassionate souls. Hang on to the memories. — Take Care : ) JulieD "To have one’s individuality completely ignored is like being pushed quite out of life. Like being blown out as one blows out a light." —- Evelyn Scott "GT "Tick"" <OLT…@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:27661-3E63B1EE-405@storefull-2357.public.lawson.webtv.net… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those > elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, > slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow. > With great pain to us both, I watched him dwindle down from his fighting > weight of about 71/2 pounds to a 3 pound shell in this last month. He > developed a respiratory ailment that we just couldn’t beat, me and him. > We tried everything (thanks so much Chris for your ideas) but nothing > worked, it was just his time I guess. > For those of you that aren’t familiar with ol’ ZZ you can see how we > came to be partners and a photo of him on my web site page 4. > It’s funny how two kindred spirits can become attached. Before this I > really never cared much for cats, or I guess I should say, just never > gave them much thought. I was a horse and dog man, cats were just > around, you know, like bugs ‘n’ turtles ‘n’ stuff. > When ZZ was young and even into his prime he followed me around like a > dog. He loved riding in the boat and knew that at the end of the day > there would be fresh fish. He loved to sleep in my wheelchair when I > was dozing on the couch and somehow knew I was changing. It didn’t > matter to him, in fact, if anything, he seemed to want to spend more > time with me and less prowling the woods. > I took my provigil, willed myself legs I didn’t know I could muster, and > buried him on the hill beneath his favorite oak tree, the one that > harbored his nemesis, the fox squirrel he could never catch. I covered > his grave with a 2 foot square headstone with an outline of Texas and a > lone star. If ever there was a shining lone star, ZZ was it. > I’ll post a picture of it someday on his web page when I can bring > myself to get the 35mm out and get the film processed. > Well, enough, big ‘ol tough guy doesn’t have a water proof keyboard. If > I’ve been > more of an ass than normal the last few weeks, forgive me, let’s blame > it on the meds.
> Tick > *****Don’t Cry Because It’s Over…Smile Because It Happened.***** > Visit Me At "TICK’S PLACE" > http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/TICKSPLACE
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On Mon, 3 Mar 2003 18:11:07 -0600, "Lynne" <Lynne_Da…@baylor.edu> wrote in alt.support.mult-sclerosis: >ZZ has some new friends now and I can recommend them to him if you’ll give >him the message next time you visit the tree. Tell him for a good time to >look up Old Weird Harold.
Yeah, Tick, and if he wants a cuddly little girl cat, tell him to look for Spice. She would snuggle up to him and purr when he misses you. — Joan Beware Tommy the Troll
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"GT "Tick"" <OLT…@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:27661-3E63B1EE-405@storefull-2357.public.lawson.webtv.net… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those > elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, > slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow. > With great pain to us both, I watched him dwindle down from his fighting > weight of about 71/2 pounds to a 3 pound shell in this last month. He > developed a respiratory ailment that we just couldn’t beat, me and him. > We tried everything (thanks so much Chris for your ideas) but nothing > worked, it was just his time I guess. > For those of you that aren’t familiar with ol’ ZZ you can see how we > came to be partners and a photo of him on my web site page 4. > It’s funny how two kindred spirits can become attached. Before this I > really never cared much for cats, or I guess I should say, just never > gave them much thought. I was a horse and dog man, cats were just > around, you know, like bugs ‘n’ turtles ‘n’ stuff. > When ZZ was young and even into his prime he followed me around like a > dog. He loved riding in the boat and knew that at the end of the day > there would be fresh fish. He loved to sleep in my wheelchair when I > was dozing on the couch and somehow knew I was changing. It didn’t > matter to him, in fact, if anything, he seemed to want to spend more > time with me and less prowling the woods. > I took my provigil, willed myself legs I didn’t know I could muster, and > buried him on the hill beneath his favorite oak tree, the one that > harbored his nemesis, the fox squirrel he could never catch. I covered > his grave with a 2 foot square headstone with an outline of Texas and a > lone star. If ever there was a shining lone star, ZZ was it. > I’ll post a picture of it someday on his web page when I can bring > myself to get the 35mm out and get the film processed. > Well, enough, big ‘ol tough guy doesn’t have a water proof keyboard. If > I’ve been > more of an ass than normal the last few weeks, forgive me, let’s blame > it on the meds.
> Tick > *****Don’t Cry Because It’s Over…Smile Because It Happened.***** > Visit Me At "TICK’S PLACE" > http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/TICKSPLACE
Tick, I’m sorry to hear of ZZ’s passing – it doesn’t get harder then that…:-( Kathy K.
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"GT "Tick"" <OLT…@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:27661-3E63B1EE-405@storefull-2357.public.lawson.webtv.net… > ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way,
Dude, Ol-Tick, Im sorry… After having lost our cat we couldnt bring ourselves to get another. I broke down however and got a short eared 1/4lber norwegian angora future sweater rabbit. Best thing I ever did. He puts fear in the eyes of our Jack Russel Terrier. Shes much to dainty to mess with something so fearsome. Ol Max does like to chew the edges of books a lil too much though. May have a tiny sweater with a chicken-like meal to boot if that doesnt rectify itself soon. We call Max a "duel-use" rabbit. He doesnt seem to mind his walking ‘hopping’ harness too much though. Sorry you lost a buddy. It always hurts. Rob
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So sorry about ZZ… I do so enjoy reading about her/him ( can’t remember at the moment) over and over again on your web page.. I’ve grown to love that cat a lot… dory
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Godspeed, ZZ. Tick, he’ll be back. They always come back. They love us, you know, in their fashion.
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{{{{{Tick}}}}} I can empathize and sympathize. Those little things that sneak into our hearts are the hardest things to get rid of. ZZ has some new friends now and I can recommend them to him if you’ll give him the message next time you visit the tree. Tell him for a good time to look up Old Weird Harold. He’s been there a while and I’m sure he has the squirrels, rabbits and yappy little dogs all scoped out by now. Big hugs and a few tears for you, baby. – Lynne "GT "Tick"" <OLT…@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:27661-3E63B1EE-405@storefull-2357.public.lawson.webtv.net… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those > elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, > slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow. > With great pain to us both, I watched him dwindle down from his fighting > weight of about 71/2 pounds to a 3 pound shell in this last month. He > developed a respiratory ailment that we just couldn’t beat, me and him. > We tried everything (thanks so much Chris for your ideas) but nothing > worked, it was just his time I guess. > For those of you that aren’t familiar with ol’ ZZ you can see how we > came to be partners and a photo of him on my web site page 4. > It’s funny how two kindred spirits can become attached. Before this I > really never cared much for cats, or I guess I should say, just never > gave them much thought. I was a horse and dog man, cats were just > around, you know, like bugs ‘n’ turtles ‘n’ stuff. > When ZZ was young and even into his prime he followed me around like a > dog. He loved riding in the boat and knew that at the end of the day > there would be fresh fish. He loved to sleep in my wheelchair when I > was dozing on the couch and somehow knew I was changing. It didn’t > matter to him, in fact, if anything, he seemed to want to spend more > time with me and less prowling the woods. > I took my provigil, willed myself legs I didn’t know I could muster, and > buried him on the hill beneath his favorite oak tree, the one that > harbored his nemesis, the fox squirrel he could never catch. I covered > his grave with a 2 foot square headstone with an outline of Texas and a > lone star. If ever there was a shining lone star, ZZ was it. > I’ll post a picture of it someday on his web page when I can bring > myself to get the 35mm out and get the film processed. > Well, enough, big ‘ol tough guy doesn’t have a water proof keyboard. If > I’ve been > more of an ass than normal the last few weeks, forgive me, let’s blame > it on the meds.
> Tick > *****Don’t Cry Because It’s Over…Smile Because It Happened.***** > Visit Me At "TICK’S PLACE" > http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/TICKSPLACE
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ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow. With great pain to us both, I watched him dwindle down from his fighting weight of about 71/2 pounds to a 3 pound shell in this last month. He developed a respiratory ailment that we just couldn’t beat, me and him. We tried everything (thanks so much Chris for your ideas) but nothing worked, it was just his time I guess. For those of you that aren’t familiar with ol’ ZZ you can see how we came to be partners and a photo of him on my web site page 4. It’s funny how two kindred spirits can become attached. Before this I really never cared much for cats, or I guess I should say, just never gave them much thought. I was a horse and dog man, cats were just around, you know, like bugs ‘n’ turtles ‘n’ stuff. When ZZ was young and even into his prime he followed me around like a dog. He loved riding in the boat and knew that at the end of the day there would be fresh fish. He loved to sleep in my wheelchair when I was dozing on the couch and somehow knew I was changing. It didn’t matter to him, in fact, if anything, he seemed to want to spend more time with me and less prowling the woods. I took my provigil, willed myself legs I didn’t know I could muster, and buried him on the hill beneath his favorite oak tree, the one that harbored his nemesis, the fox squirrel he could never catch. I covered his grave with a 2 foot square headstone with an outline of Texas and a lone star. If ever there was a shining lone star, ZZ was it. I’ll post a picture of it someday on his web page when I can bring myself to get the 35mm out and get the film processed. Well, enough, big ‘ol tough guy doesn’t have a water proof keyboard. If I’ve been more of an ass than normal the last few weeks, forgive me, let’s blame it on the meds.
Tick *****Don’t Cry Because It’s Over…Smile Because It Happened.***** Visit Me At "TICK’S PLACE" http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/TICKSPLACE
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Poor ol’ cat. :-( I’ve grown attached to – and subsequently had to nurse, snuff, bury and mourn – more than any dog-man’s rightful share of cats, and it hurts just as much every time. Your own sig line is pretty apropos here, Tick. When you’re done with crying because he’s gone, you can smile because he stuck around long enough to let you become yet another sort of inter-species friend. ((U)) M "GT "Tick"" <OLT…@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:27661-3E63B1EE-405@storefull-2357.public.lawson.webtv.net… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> ZZ, the old river cat has gone on his way, to eternally chase those > elusive vermin that he just couldn’t ignore although being well fed, > slim and trim. He passed on laying on his (my) favorite blue pillow. > With great pain to us both, I watched him dwindle down from his fighting > weight of about 71/2 pounds to a 3 pound shell in this last month. He > developed a respiratory ailment that we just couldn’t beat, me and him. > We tried everything (thanks so much Chris for your ideas) but nothing > worked, it was just his time I guess. > For those of you that aren’t familiar with ol’ ZZ you can see how we > came to be partners and a photo of him on my web site page 4. > It’s funny how two kindred spirits can become attached. Before this I > really never cared much for cats, or I guess I should say, just never > gave them much thought. I was a horse and dog man, cats were just > around, you know, like bugs ‘n’ turtles ‘n’ stuff. > When ZZ was young and even into his prime he followed me around like a > dog. He loved riding in the boat and knew that at the end of the day > there would be fresh fish. He loved to sleep in my wheelchair when I > was dozing on the couch and somehow knew I was changing. It didn’t > matter to him, in fact, if anything, he seemed to want to spend more > time with me and less prowling the woods. > I took my provigil, willed myself legs I didn’t know I could muster, and > buried him on the hill beneath his favorite oak tree, the one that > harbored his nemesis, the fox squirrel he could never catch. I covered > his grave with a 2 foot square headstone with an outline of Texas and a > lone star. If ever there was a shining lone star, ZZ was it. > I’ll post a picture of it someday on his web page when I can bring > myself to get the 35mm out and get the film processed. > Well, enough, big ‘ol tough guy doesn’t have a water proof keyboard. If > I’ve been > more of an ass than normal the last few weeks, forgive me, let’s blame > it on the meds.
> Tick > *****Don’t Cry Because It’s Over…Smile Because It Happened.***** > Visit Me At "TICK’S PLACE" > http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/TICKSPLACE
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