Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Remorrisful Day*

Morris as a baby 

 So long, Butterscotch Lion, Fluffball of Love, the kitten born behind Sophie's bed, the one we kept. The Stealth Pooper.

Rest in piece, Morris. I'm sorry I wasn't there to kiss you on your forehead one last time.


 

*Title courtesy of MathMan who knows how to make me laugh through the tears and the Inspector Morse series.

32 comments:

  1. I know. They tried to save him, but he was too sick. We had no idea. I thought he had a UTI. Good thing I'm not a veterinarian.

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  2. (He even looked like a Morris.)

    So sorry for your loss.

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    1. Thank you, D. Mr. Logical MathMan named him.

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  3. I'm sorry Lisa - I know how much you love your furbabies. :( *hug*

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  4. I am so, so sorry for your loss.

    I'm also happy that he was so well-loved his entire life.

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    1. Thanks, Sarah. He was much loved and he'll be missed.

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  5. It's so painful to lose a beloved pet.
    My heart goes out to you.
    xoxo

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    1. Thank you, susan. Part of me thinks it's just a cat, but then I know that's a lie. He was family.

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  6. Oh no. Poor little guy. I'm sorry you lost him, Lisa. He looks like such a softie.

    XOXO

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    1. He was a snuggler. Thanks, Averil. xoxo

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  7. Sorry to hear that. He looks like an adorable little guy. Rest in Peace, Morris.
    “Heaven would not heaven be, without my cats to welcome me.”

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    1. Thank you, Professor. He was adorable. Today Sophie said she wished she believed in god so that she could also believe that he wasn't just gone. I told her to believe what she needed to believe to help her grieve.

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  8. I'm so sorry for your loss, Lisa, and your family's. He even looks like a sweetheart.

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  9. Thank goodness you have pictures to come back to. Much love to you all. I'm so sorry.
    xo

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    1. You're so right, MSB. I was able to watch the whole slideshow. That cat was so adored. I'm so grateful for those pix.

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  10. I am so sorry. Part of me believes in God not because I was raised in church, but because I refuse to think that precious animals like this simply *cease* to exist when they pass away.

    Love and hugs to all of you.

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  11. Lisa,
    I'm so sorry to hear about Morris. Funny how the furry, independent creatures worm their way in.
    xoxo
    -Lyra

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  12. Oh god the beautiful orange kitty! I'm so sorry and offer my condolences from one cat lady to another.

    Let us hope that Morris is taking a nice, stealth poop in kitty heaven right now.

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  13. Oh no. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. *big fat hugs*

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  14. Oh, no. I'm so sorry for your loss. Are cats allowed to have gods? Might we hope that Morris is stealth pooping the Elysian Fields now?

    Well, never mind deities. I hope you have plenty of tea.

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  15. Sweet tribute to Morris. Great pics of the kids & cats all wrapped around each other.
    You could tell they loved each other.
    Off to the catnip fields in the great beyond. Morris~ A life well lived.

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  16. Oh, you too, Lisa? So sorry you had to say good-bye to Mr Morris. He looked so well-loved, and I know he greatly returned that love! ~~ We said good-bye to our Mushi-cat this past Monday... I've been thinking about how no one can get inside our hearts like the animals do. Bless them for that ~ they just open us up. Hugs to you and the family as you all adjust. xx

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  17. I'm sorry I'm so late to this party. In 2010, Lisa and I sat and held and petted Patch as she spent her last minute with us, suffering a stroke, or perhaps a heart attack. When it was over, the girls came, we knelt and cried. Lisa clipped a snippet of her very long fur as a keepsake. The whole time, I was holding her head and petting her. Lisa told me we needed to find a small box to put her in. I agreed, but I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I didn't want to set her tiny head down on the floor. I didn't want to stop petting her, because I knew I never would again. I picked her up and carried her lifeless body as I had carried her life- and attitude-filled one for fifteen-plus years. I insisted we wrap her in a small towel, which we did. Physically letting her go was wrenching; the spot just inside the dining room doorway where she collapsed and breathed her last became a holy space for me over the next few days. We have new cats now, but that moment, all the years of our life together that Patch shared, occasionally offering her own disdainful comment or glare, will never fade.

    My thoughts are with you, Lisa. They aren't "pets". They are, indeed, family members, their personality and individuality a sliver that makes the whole what it is.

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  18. I'm sorry, Lisa … It's so hard to say goodbye to old friends. I have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that Feather and Daisy, whom I still think of as kittens, are actually about to turn 12.

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  19. All I can say is that my experience with losing our Hilda a couple of months ago is that little things poke at you for a while and then it gets easier. I feel your loss.

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