Orion

Our sweet little Bellanca,

You are so very, very loved. We would have stolen the stars from the sky to spare you from your pain.

You will be missed desperately!

Much love,
Daddy, Mommy and Misha

Affectionately known as "Chocky" by his devoted new Mommy and Daddy. Succumbed to FIP on 17 October 2000 after only spending a brief 5 months in his new home.

Fondly and affectionately remembered by
Clive & Libby White
Johannesburg, South Africa

So much potential lost, like a rare and delicate flower rudely severed at the roots before it could bloom.

Maia Sornson
Nishna Cattery

Precious little babies with so much promise. I had such dreams for my beautiful little star. They will always be loved and never forgotten.

Remember along with my beloved Stevie, their father, already on these pages.

Erika

Our little baby, Bliss, although we only had her for a short time, it broke our hearts to lose her to FIP.

Annette and John
New Zealand

I found Yogi on my front porch at the end of August of 1998. She still had her umbilical cord. I raised her and fell in love with her. She died Easter weekend of 2000. She was a dilute calico DSH...peach, grey and white and she was beautiful. Her resting place, pictured here, is on our farm.

Yogi, The pain of your death feels fresh as I write this. We loved you so very much. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, or call another by your name.

Terribly missed by Leon and Marcia Baronda

In all the world, there could never be a truer friend, a gentler soul or a more loving heart. I still miss the little gifts you left on my pillow while I slept, your funny meow, the way you bumped my hand with your head, and how you always seemed to know just how I felt -- all the ways you showed how much you loved me. You are forever in my heart.

Deb Stevenson

(April 25, 1997 - September 11, 2000)

From a litter of three, hand raised by my children, she gave kisses and played, but never demanded. She was always a lady of dignity with a measured love for fun. She drifted in and out of the land of dreams, but always our voices reached her and she would reach for us, begging us to be near with her eyes, perpetually kneading our hands. We never really understood the intensity of her love for us until then. We shared her last sunset, and then she was gone, our little Coolio.

Cherie R Johnston

Dear Hillary (AKA Hillabee, Hillabean, Hillabug, Machine, Pochina),

You are truly the quintessential aristocat. A tortie queen and you knew it. You knew how beautiful you were and how intelligent. (I know you understood English) I often told you you had a human sould in a feline body. If reincarnation as a cat represents spiritual evolution, then it is no wonder you left Earth so early. You must be a Buddha now.

I love you Hillary and your presence is always felt.

Elizabeth

Page 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10