Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day

Losing a pet is the saddest part of pet ownership. Mourning the loss of a pet and dealing with grief is indeed a process, sometimes a very painful one. Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day is a way to cherish and celebrate the memory of the beloved pets we’ve lost and to continue healing.

Queen Boudicca Mata Hari Sophia (circa May 2000-May 25, 2018). For 18 years, she was my cat-dog, googly girl, reading buddy, and dedicated office supurrviser. I miss my darling Queen B.

Princess Nala Artemis Fae (circa April 2001-January 21, 2017). She was my bottle baby and windfall kitten. In the last few years of her life, Nala ultimately chose Aaron as her Chosen person (in her mind he became HER boyfriend) and, accordingly (in her eyes), I was demoted to pet status .

This is Pelota. My parents opened their home to this lovely Ragamuffin rescue in 2010. Her original name was Trixie but we quickly renamed her Pelota (Spanish for “ball”). She was incredibly docile and a thoroughly sweet, affectionate cat. Her soft belly was never a trap! Sadly, in 2012 she passed away at the age of 10 from a rare condition, a spinal cord embolism.

Here are a few ways to celebrate Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day:

  1. Take time to enjoy memories of your late pet. Look through pictures and videos.
  2. Talk about your pets, both current and past. Remember the little things that made you smile. Record them in a journal or on social media if you wish.
  3. Thinking about getting a new pet after losing one? Consider a visit to your local animal shelter or animal rescue group if you feel ready. Volunteering or fostering may help you adjust.
  4. Use #RainbowBridgeRemembranceDay to share on social media.

How do you remember your pets that have crossed the Rainbow Bridge? Share your stories in the comments.

National Black Cat Appreciation Day

Happy National Black Cat Appreciation Day! (I must say though that I unconsciously celebrate this holiday every day.) Black cats, aka mini house panthers, are wonderful pets but in shelters they may be less likely to be adopted.

There are all kinds of myths and incorrect assumptions about black cats. Some think they’re bad luck whereas in other cultures, they’re perceived as good luck. Some think they lack personality or aren’t as friendly as other colored cats. Um, nope. If you’re interested, check out Cat Town Oakland’s Debunking Myths about Black Cats: Parts One, Two, Three, and Four!

I miss my tuxedo girl Boudicca but feel blessed having her in my life for 18 years.

Be sure to give your house panther an extra dose of love today!

Plotting Cat in Memoriam

One of the amusing quirks about Boudicca is that sometimes she would channel her inner Maleficent but only in appearance. Her eyes would go green, and she’d regally recline with this smug expression, as though pondering her plan to take over the world. Of course, she may have been plotting to enact nefarious plans…as soon as she finished her nap.

Rest in peace, Queen B. I love and miss you.

Cat-Dog Remembered

I wrote this anecdote one year ago. I want to continue sharing these stories about Boudicca and Nala as a way of remembering and celebrating their lives.

Whenever I come home, this is the reception I get:

Boudicca: *previously sound asleep the entire time I was gone, wakes up when I come in through the door* Mama! Mama! Why did you leave me? Mama! Love me, pet me, pick me up! Feed me! Is it lap time yet?

Me: No, Boudicca. It’s time to put away groceries.

Boudicca: Mama! Why are you not in your office? I’m quite concerned when you are in a different room than me. Is it lap time yet?

Me: *picks up 10 lb Slinky cat* Forgive me now?

Boudicca: Oh my person loves me. PURR. PURR. PURR. *goes googly and kneads in the air*

Two minutes later, Boudicca has passed out again. She has such a hard life, obviously.

Boudicca has still not realized that she is not a dog.

Googly Cat Remembered

I shared this little anecdote on Facebook one year ago, a few months before I started Purry Home Companion. It’s been three weeks since I said goodbye to Boudicca but she will always be my beloved Queen B in my heart.

This exchange happens nearly every time I open the sliding laundry doors…

Boudicca: Mama, whatcha doing? Can I help? I must be involved in every activity you do!

Me: Moving laundry.

Boudicca: I must explore this place for the 4,638th time! *sneaks in as I close the doors*…Um, Mama? Why is it dark in here? Mama? OMG I’ve been abandoned and imprisoned forever! I am now INCREDIBLY CONCERNED. Meow. Meow. Mreow. MROW.

Me: Boudicca, you’ve been in there for 2.3 seconds. Calm down. *I open the doors*

Boudicca: I must make epic prison break! I am FREE AT LAST! *darts out of laundry closet and proceeds with highly googly zoomies around the house*

In seventeen years, Boudicca hasn’t learned much and it’s still hilarious.

Darling Boys

It’s strange to come home and not find Boudicca there. I particularly miss her when it would normally be our regularly scheduled lap time in the evening. I love Garrus and Charlie dearly but they are not yet lap cats. We’re working on that and probably will be for some time. With Boudicca I was relatively spoiled, since she was by nature a perfectly affectionate lap cat.

Boudicca’s absence is also noted in her pink bed in the master bedroom and her box-bed in my office. She used to lounge on the window seat too, chiefly to birdwatch, receive adoration, be brushed, sunbathe, and doze contentedly. She was a most benevolent office supurrvisor.

Charlie and Garrus have not taken up the mantle of office supurrvisor or designated reading buddy. My heart nevertheless shone with love and happiness when they slept on the window seat for four hours this morning.

Typically Charlie will come for brief visits, hang out on the windowsill, look outside, and, of course, receive rubs. I was most pleasantly surprised and pleased when Garrus sauntered into my office for an extended visit.

Garrus had investigated Boudicca’s empty bed before but this afternoon was the first time I had seen him get in it.

They look rather smug, don’t they?