Puddy

[jennielynn1970]

Since Mary was the one who showed this site to me, I thought it would be appropriate to light a candle for her and for Puddy.

Maybe we can all do that and make the world a bit brighter for Mary and Puddy.

Here's my candle.

[Freedom]

Sweet Puddy, you knew SO much love while you were here with Mary.

Hugs to you, Mary.

[Medusa]

Since Mary was the one who showed this site to me, I thought it would be appropriate to light a candle for her and for Puddy.

Maybe we can all do that and make the world a bit brighter for Mary and Puddy.

Here's my candle.

Thank you, Jenn. And thank you for reminding me of this site. I lit a candle at Puddy's grave yesterday but the rain put it out. It stayed lit for quite some time, though. It wasn't until it began to really storm that the candle flame went out. So Puddy was already hissing.

[mamaducky]

Sweet Mary,

I have nothing useful to add to what has been said, but wanted to tell you that I am so profoundly sorry to hear about darling Puddy. I hope you can have some consolation in knowing that you did absolutely everything you possibly could have done -- and exponentially more than most pet owners would have even considered -- to try to make your girl better. You both fought as hard as you possibly could, and you should have no regrets.

Now, at last, she is better, but I know there's a Puddy-shaped hole in your heart. I hope that the love and prayers of all of your PT buddies -- as well as the continuing adoration of the rest of the Fur Posse -- can help keep you going during this horrible time.

I'm sure I'm not the only one crying over this thread tonight...!

Much love,
Diana

[phesina]

Oh, Mary, what a beautiful tribute you've written to Puddy. I'm reading with LES. What a beautiful, wonderful love you share!

I'm so very sorry for your loss. Lots of hugs and purrs to you and the rest of the Fur Posse.

Rest in peace, sweet Puddy. Watch over your meowmie, she misses you very much.

There is a candle burning in my window for her.. an old Celtic custom, I was told, to light the soul on its way to heaven and the Rainbow Bridge.

Love,
Pat, Peony, Sydney, Poppy, Elmer, Bob, and Priscilla Angel who is so excited and happy to welcome Puddy!

[Medusa]

Oh, Mary, what a beautiful tribute you've written to Puddy. I'm reading with LES. What a beautiful, wonderful love you share!

I'm so very sorry for your loss. Lots of hugs and purrs to you and the rest of the Fur Posse.

Rest in peace, sweet Puddy. Watch over your meowmie, she misses you very much.

There is a candle burning in my window for her.. an old Celtic custom, I was told, to light the soul on its way to heaven and the Rainbow Bridge.

Love,
Pat, Peony, Sydney, Poppy, Elmer, Bob, and Priscilla Angel who is so excited and happy to welcome Puddy!

Thank you so much, Pat. I lit a candle and placed it on Puddy's grave when I buried her and it rained that very night. Her candle still burned strong for the longest time. It was only when the rain poured hard that the flame finally went out. I would get up during the night and look out my bedroom window so that I could see the candle flame and I was amazed at brightly it was glowing even through the rain. That's my Pud. It took a real storm to put her light out, just as in real life.

[thesun898]

I can't say any more right now. I'm too sick w/grief.

ETA: I brought Puddy home when she was 5 weeks old. She had a metal splint on her leg because she was born w/her left hind leg sticking out like a wing. Her mother rejected her, so her human family bottle fed her. Their vet suggested amputating Puddy's leg but they didn't want to do that so he put the metal splint on it, causing her to drag her leg behind her as she walked. After a brief time, the family realized that it was going to be too much work to take care of her and decided to have her put to sleep. My son's girlfriend at that time heard about her and said "Please don't do anything yet! My boyfriend's mom rescues cats. Let me talk to her about this". I took one look at her, picked her up and said "What about it? Wanna come home w/me?" and she hissed at me. That clinched the deal. I love cats w/"catitude" and she was loaded w/it. I wanted to bring her little orange brother home, too, because he was busily chewing on my shoe while I was holding her but I knew that I was going to be in enough trouble w/my husband just for adding one more cat to the household, bringing the total to 4 at that time.

On the way home I tried to think of what I could do to soften up my husband and then it came to me: as soon as I get out of the car, I should hold her up in front of my face, leg in the splint hanging down, both of us looking pathetic. It worked. My husband took one look and said "Oh, poor little sweety". I knew we had him. He said "What should we name her?" and I said "I already named her Puddy, as in 'I tot I taw a Puddy Tat'. "Perfect!" he said.

I had to keep her isolated until her tests revealed that it was ok to be around the rest of the Fur Posse and so she had the run of the downstairs to herself. When she was finally allowed to be around the others, I knew that sweet Pidgie would be the one to introduce her to first. Rambunctious little Puddy ran over to Pidge and head butted her, hissing and spitting and carrying on. Calm as can be, Pidge put her gigantic paw on Puddy's head and held it to the floor, Puddy hissing and paws flying until she tuckered out. Pidge never took her paw off Puddy's head until she calmed down. They were good buddies after that. Peeka and Boo were easy. Puddy had them buffaloed from the getgo. Coco Puff was Puddy's horsefly, always bothering her. Yodie wisely kept her distance. Specs was scared to death of her. But Creamsicle...little Cgirl loved Puddy and Puddy loved her, too. She's the only one that she would snuggle up to and allow to groom her. I know that Cgirl will miss her buddy Puddy.

Shortly thereafter my vet, Dr. LeBeau, said "Let's take a look at this leg". He removed the cast and saw that the metal splint had rubbed an ulcer clear down to the bone. He treated it and said "I don't think this is going to work. You should just leave the splint off. She'll walk w/a limp. Can you live w/that?" I said "If she can live w/it, I can live w/it. You don't have to be perfect to live in my house". My husband said that she walked like John Wayne and he affectionately called her Jane Wayne after that. From then on Puddy led a pampered life w/the Fur Posse, in her later years developing chronic renal failure, going on subcutaneous fluids off and on until her passing today.

She was the toughest cat I've ever known and my current vet, Dr. Lee, said he's never had a patient like her, who came back even stronger after every health challenge, until today, that is. Some people misunderstood Puddy and called her "mean", I guess because she hissed a lot. HA! That was her way of letting us all know who was boss. I'll miss my Shnorkey so much. My life will never be the same. This house now has a huge void. I wish I could hold her tiny little 5 lb. furry body up to my face just one more time, look into those fiery eyes and tell her "You're my most favoritest kitty kat in the whole wide world ever ever ever". And hear her hiss and I would laugh. Not today. Not ever again. Take a nice long rest my little Calico Queen. Then look for Peeka there; she's waiting for you. And please wait for me when my time comes. Until then, I'll miss you and I'm still counting on you to "watch the house for Mommy" from the spirit world. I know you can do it. You're Puddy.

It is tuff to lose a pet I almost lost my cat tigger to congestive heart failure, the vet wanted to give up but i told him to fight for tigger i just lost everything in a flood and i could not stand to lose my cat, not tigger is doing fine and has to have lacix for the rest of his life, but he is worth the 7.50 for the meds, like puddy he is one of a kind