We are greatly distressed at your loss of precious Snuggles because of negligence. My KatMa is still crying; Felix and I, mew-mew, are so sad for you.

In spite of your very great loss we need to tell you that your Snuggles and his siblings were the luckiest of kittens because you cared enough to socialize them, place three in good homes and you & Snuggles had sweet times together. My baby brother Felix is a rescued cat as was our beloved late Sasha. When pussycats [or other pets] are taken in by caring people, they are the luckiest pets in the world. I came to my purr~ents this January when my former family were transfered from Canada to the USA. They could not take me. Being 8 1/2 years old can make it harder for a pet to be adopted as most people look for kittens or puppies. True animal lovers like you and my purr~ents mean someone like me, Felix, the late Sasha and Snuggles end up having the very best kind of pet lives. People who love us, respect our species, and whom we love back.

Your darling Snuggles is at Rainbow Bridge [RB] now. Read the poem describing this wonderful place at: http://www.rainbowbridge.com/Poem.htm

One day Snuggles will be overjoyed to greet you as you enter Rainbow Bridge. Snuggles will love you forever as you love him. He was very lucky to have you as his MeowMama.

What has helped my purr~ents when darling pets go to RB is this:

Inside the heart is a very big treasure chest where every sweet memory is stored. It is your very own special place where you can go whenever you want to look at the precious jewels which reside there -- all of the memories of Snuggles. No on can ever take this from you because it lives deep in your heart.

Our KatMa wants to share a poem with you:

THE LITTLE CAT ANGEL

THE GHOST of a little white kitten
Crying mournfully, early and late,
Distracted St. Peter, the watchman,
As he guarded the heavenly gate.

"Say, what do you mean," said his saintship,
"Coming here and behaving like that?"
"I want to see Nellie, my missus,"
Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.
"I know she's not happy without me,
Won't you open and let me go in?"

"Begone," gasped the horrified watchman,
"Why the very idea is a sin;
I open the gate to good angels,
Not to stray little beggars like you."
"All right," mewed the little white kitten,
"Though a cat I'm a good angel, too."

Amazed at so bold an assertion,
But aware that he must make no mistake,
In silence, St. Peter long pondered,
For his name and repute were at stake,
Then placing the cat in his bosom
With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers,"
He opened the heavenly portals
And ascended the bright golden stairs.

A little girl angel came flying,
"That's my kitty, St. Peter," she cried.
And, seeing the joy of their meeting,
Peter let the cat angel abide.

This tale is the tale of a kitten
Dwelling now with the blessed above,
It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven
For the name of the kitten was Love.

Poem by: LEONTINE STANFIELD
Page 588 "The Best Loved Poems of the American People"
Copyright 1936, by Doubleday & Company Inc.

Please accept our sympathy on the loss of your beloved Snuggles.

Norman the King & Felix the Prince [inheritors of Sasha's Palace]
and our purr~ents, KatMa & Paw-Paw AKA Susan & Murray