Taz and his red and white brother, Max came into our lives because they looked like their predecessor, Ben (for Benjamin Bunny). Ben had adopted us, but Taz and his brother were selected at the cat adoption store. Taz had green eyes and Max, yellow.
Naturally, we adopted both of them, so they would not be split apart. They were about 2 years old. Once they grew up a little, they stopped destroying our house, and calmed down some, but went back to destroying it selectively. Well, a little. I just have to assume, they had fun doing it.
Taz was always frisky and loved to chase balls, toys, flying objects, birds, butterflies, hummingbird moths, large grasshoppers, praying mantis, mice and rabbits, too. He once chased a huge Great Northern owl from our yard to our neighbor's yard, in daylight. His bigger brother, stayed behind and watched. I intervened and the beautiful owl lost interest as it flew away.
I only saw him climb a tree once, when Oscar the Lab came for an unexpected visit. Wherever I was, he loved to be near me. A perfect lap kitty, when he caught me sitting down.
Out of the blue, his last two weeks were really bad. He passed in my arms with a Vet's assistance, since they could do nothing more following repeated (tests, pills, advise) attempts. He's no longer in pain. It was likely cancer. He was cremated.
The first photo (I recently found and added) is from about 2002, he was helping me as I gardened. Those intense green eyes were beautiful.
The second photo is of Taz in one of his favorite happy spots, outside on a patio chair. He loved to stretch those long front legs.
The third and fourth photos are of Taz and his brother Max keeping each other warm in cooler weather. Max missed him for a long, long time, just like us. Max lost weight, he missed irritating his brother.
My roommate bought a new place and moved out, I couldn't take Taz and Max to my new place. He kept the cats for a few months but Taz got sick. Was it a broken heart? I picked Taz up from the vet after more testing and took him to my new place. Lying on a chaise lounge he knew, I held him for a long time. This wasn't living. Then I returned him to his new permanent home with his brother. About a few weeks later we had to put him down. I held him in his final moments, tears rolling down our cheeks. A few weeks later, I went to bed and I felt something gently jump on the bed and cuddle against me. I now had no pets. When I turned over it did and it readjusted. I'd decided that it wasn't harming me, I'd be brave and see what happens. This went on for about 6 weeks. I put off going to bed at night. It was interferring with my sleep too much and my apprehension wasn't getting any better. Now that unpacked boxes had made room, I started sleeping in another room. It came in twice and then it just stopped. I was sad, but relieved. I have to believe my ghost animal was Taz. He'd cuddled the same way for many years at our old house, particularly when it was cold. Nothing else could explain it. I felt guilty for what he must have felt, that I had abandoned him. Not by choice. Domestic animals that depend on us, have to feel the same way that we do. Heart broken.
"The death of a beloved pet is one of the hardest things to bear." Author Phillip Gonzales, from his book, The Dog Who Rescues Cats.
He'll remain in my heart always. I am so grateful for the time we spent together and the love he and his brother, brought into our lives. I'm even grateful for my ghost kitty, as I hope it gave him closure also.
His brother Max died in 2016.
Miss then both,
Naturally, we adopted both of them, so they would not be split apart. They were about 2 years old. Once they grew up a little, they stopped destroying our house, and calmed down some, but went back to destroying it selectively. Well, a little. I just have to assume, they had fun doing it.
Taz was always frisky and loved to chase balls, toys, flying objects, birds, butterflies, hummingbird moths, large grasshoppers, praying mantis, mice and rabbits, too. He once chased a huge Great Northern owl from our yard to our neighbor's yard, in daylight. His bigger brother, stayed behind and watched. I intervened and the beautiful owl lost interest as it flew away.
I only saw him climb a tree once, when Oscar the Lab came for an unexpected visit. Wherever I was, he loved to be near me. A perfect lap kitty, when he caught me sitting down.
Out of the blue, his last two weeks were really bad. He passed in my arms with a Vet's assistance, since they could do nothing more following repeated (tests, pills, advise) attempts. He's no longer in pain. It was likely cancer. He was cremated.
The first photo (I recently found and added) is from about 2002, he was helping me as I gardened. Those intense green eyes were beautiful.
The second photo is of Taz in one of his favorite happy spots, outside on a patio chair. He loved to stretch those long front legs.
The third and fourth photos are of Taz and his brother Max keeping each other warm in cooler weather. Max missed him for a long, long time, just like us. Max lost weight, he missed irritating his brother.
My roommate bought a new place and moved out, I couldn't take Taz and Max to my new place. He kept the cats for a few months but Taz got sick. Was it a broken heart? I picked Taz up from the vet after more testing and took him to my new place. Lying on a chaise lounge he knew, I held him for a long time. This wasn't living. Then I returned him to his new permanent home with his brother. About a few weeks later we had to put him down. I held him in his final moments, tears rolling down our cheeks. A few weeks later, I went to bed and I felt something gently jump on the bed and cuddle against me. I now had no pets. When I turned over it did and it readjusted. I'd decided that it wasn't harming me, I'd be brave and see what happens. This went on for about 6 weeks. I put off going to bed at night. It was interferring with my sleep too much and my apprehension wasn't getting any better. Now that unpacked boxes had made room, I started sleeping in another room. It came in twice and then it just stopped. I was sad, but relieved. I have to believe my ghost animal was Taz. He'd cuddled the same way for many years at our old house, particularly when it was cold. Nothing else could explain it. I felt guilty for what he must have felt, that I had abandoned him. Not by choice. Domestic animals that depend on us, have to feel the same way that we do. Heart broken.
"The death of a beloved pet is one of the hardest things to bear." Author Phillip Gonzales, from his book, The Dog Who Rescues Cats.
He'll remain in my heart always. I am so grateful for the time we spent together and the love he and his brother, brought into our lives. I'm even grateful for my ghost kitty, as I hope it gave him closure also.
His brother Max died in 2016.
Miss then both,
Taz and his red and white brother, Max came into our lives because they looked like their predecessor, Ben (for Benjamin Bunny). Ben had adopted us, but Taz and his brother were selected at the cat adoption store. Taz had green eyes and Max, yellow.
Naturally, we adopted both of them, so they would not be split apart. They were about 2 years old. Once they grew up a little, they stopped destroying our house, and calmed down some, but went back to destroying it selectively. Well, a little. I just have to assume, they had fun doing it.
Taz was always frisky and loved to chase balls, toys, flying objects, birds, butterflies, hummingbird moths, large grasshoppers, praying mantis, mice and rabbits, too. He once chased a huge Great Northern owl from our yard to our neighbor's yard, in daylight. His bigger brother, stayed behind and watched. I intervened and the beautiful owl lost interest as it flew away.
I only saw him climb a tree once, when Oscar the Lab came for an unexpected visit. Wherever I was, he loved to be near me. A perfect lap kitty, when he caught me sitting down.
Out of the blue, his last two weeks were really bad. He passed in my arms with a Vet's assistance, since they could do nothing more following repeated (tests, pills, advise) attempts. He's no longer in pain. It was likely cancer. He was cremated.
The first photo (I recently found and added) is from about 2002, he was helping me as I gardened. Those intense green eyes were beautiful.
The second photo is of Taz in one of his favorite happy spots, outside on a patio chair. He loved to stretch those long front legs.
The third and fourth photos are of Taz and his brother Max keeping each other warm in cooler weather. Max missed him for a long, long time, just like us. Max lost weight, he missed irritating his brother.
My roommate bought a new place and moved out, I couldn't take Taz and Max to my new place. He kept the cats for a few months but Taz got sick. Was it a broken heart? I picked Taz up from the vet after more testing and took him to my new place. Lying on a chaise lounge he knew, I held him for a long time. This wasn't living. Then I returned him to his new permanent home with his brother. About a few weeks later we had to put him down. I held him in his final moments, tears rolling down our cheeks. A few weeks later, I went to bed and I felt something gently jump on the bed and cuddle against me. I now had no pets. When I turned over it did and it readjusted. I'd decided that it wasn't harming me, I'd be brave and see what happens. This went on for about 6 weeks. I put off going to bed at night. It was interferring with my sleep too much and my apprehension wasn't getting any better. Now that unpacked boxes had made room, I started sleeping in another room. It came in twice and then it just stopped. I was sad, but relieved. I have to believe my ghost animal was Taz. He'd cuddled the same way for many years at our old house, particularly when it was cold. Nothing else could explain it. I felt guilty for what he must have felt, that I had abandoned him. Not by choice. Domestic animals that depend on us, have to feel the same way that we do. Heart broken.
"The death of a beloved pet is one of the hardest things to bear." Author Phillip Gonzales, from his book, The Dog Who Rescues Cats.
He'll remain in my heart always. I am so grateful for the time we spent together and the love he and his brother, brought into our lives. I'm even grateful for my ghost kitty, as I hope it gave him closure also.
His brother Max died in 2016.
Miss then both,
Naturally, we adopted both of them, so they would not be split apart. They were about 2 years old. Once they grew up a little, they stopped destroying our house, and calmed down some, but went back to destroying it selectively. Well, a little. I just have to assume, they had fun doing it.
Taz was always frisky and loved to chase balls, toys, flying objects, birds, butterflies, hummingbird moths, large grasshoppers, praying mantis, mice and rabbits, too. He once chased a huge Great Northern owl from our yard to our neighbor's yard, in daylight. His bigger brother, stayed behind and watched. I intervened and the beautiful owl lost interest as it flew away.
I only saw him climb a tree once, when Oscar the Lab came for an unexpected visit. Wherever I was, he loved to be near me. A perfect lap kitty, when he caught me sitting down.
Out of the blue, his last two weeks were really bad. He passed in my arms with a Vet's assistance, since they could do nothing more following repeated (tests, pills, advise) attempts. He's no longer in pain. It was likely cancer. He was cremated.
The first photo (I recently found and added) is from about 2002, he was helping me as I gardened. Those intense green eyes were beautiful.
The second photo is of Taz in one of his favorite happy spots, outside on a patio chair. He loved to stretch those long front legs.
The third and fourth photos are of Taz and his brother Max keeping each other warm in cooler weather. Max missed him for a long, long time, just like us. Max lost weight, he missed irritating his brother.
My roommate bought a new place and moved out, I couldn't take Taz and Max to my new place. He kept the cats for a few months but Taz got sick. Was it a broken heart? I picked Taz up from the vet after more testing and took him to my new place. Lying on a chaise lounge he knew, I held him for a long time. This wasn't living. Then I returned him to his new permanent home with his brother. About a few weeks later we had to put him down. I held him in his final moments, tears rolling down our cheeks. A few weeks later, I went to bed and I felt something gently jump on the bed and cuddle against me. I now had no pets. When I turned over it did and it readjusted. I'd decided that it wasn't harming me, I'd be brave and see what happens. This went on for about 6 weeks. I put off going to bed at night. It was interferring with my sleep too much and my apprehension wasn't getting any better. Now that unpacked boxes had made room, I started sleeping in another room. It came in twice and then it just stopped. I was sad, but relieved. I have to believe my ghost animal was Taz. He'd cuddled the same way for many years at our old house, particularly when it was cold. Nothing else could explain it. I felt guilty for what he must have felt, that I had abandoned him. Not by choice. Domestic animals that depend on us, have to feel the same way that we do. Heart broken.
"The death of a beloved pet is one of the hardest things to bear." Author Phillip Gonzales, from his book, The Dog Who Rescues Cats.
He'll remain in my heart always. I am so grateful for the time we spent together and the love he and his brother, brought into our lives. I'm even grateful for my ghost kitty, as I hope it gave him closure also.
His brother Max died in 2016.
Miss then both,
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