Ai been of the web foar d@mn long tymez.

Sum-un telz meh what are CCC and CHRG(wdoi)?

Ai didn fine tehm on tha lolspeeeks dicto… dichoto… wurd list thingy.

Doz it ahv mebbeh to do with the *SPLORT* when ai seed teh pitchur?

OK, heer gose:
Teh CCC is teh Cyoot Crash Cart an is indeed for deeling with SPLORT aksidents, an awlso for teh sore insyds wen a kitteh gose to teh raynbo brij. It has choklit and sawft blankees an CHRG awn it…

CHRG R Chikin Hed Rubbah Glubs an R yushully decrated wit teh pikchurs (moestly ellefunkle form behynd an smiley piggee fayces cos tahts awl Ai can draw) sp R awlso referefererfed to as CHRG(wdoi) (with drawing on it). Is a rubbah glub, lyk dokters has, yu waer awn yur hed wen luking at teh cyoot kittehs so yur hed dunt go *splort*

There’s moer, but taht’s enuff to be goin awn wit!

Snafutti, teh CCC iz teh Cyutness Crash Carrt fur emergensees ob cyuteness.
The CHRB w/doi is teh chikenhed rubburr glub wiv teh drawingz awn it. U puts it awn ur hed tu cuntayne ur brayne wen it splodes frum teh cyuteness ob teh picshur.

O, Ai fergot: teh CCC awlso may hab sum sawft blankies an hawt choclit tu helps u gets bak tu normul (wat ebber dat iz!), an odder seezunal treets rownd teh hawlidaze.

Der bees menny publik-spiriitid cheezfrens heer hoo bringz owt teh CCC an teh CHRB w/doi wen teh picshur is 2 cyute.

I can has something for mah sore insides? I losed mah Jethro teh other day. He hads a very nasty cancer that he hided from me until it was too late. I is happy for him that his pain is gone now but very sad still for me because I doesn’t has him to hold and love and snorgle anymoar.

Of corse! Snorgle in tihs lubbly sawft blankee and, heer, Ai has sum speshul catberry choklit form Teenytiny Ingerland. Teh blankie yu gibs bak wen yur not so sore, teh choklit yu can keep! An amember; Jethro is plain in teh Princess Mu flowr meddow, chaysin teh flutterbies an teesing teh goggies, lyk he did wen he wus well. Yu can visit enneetym an, wen it’s tym to leev, he’ll jump bak into yur hart an be tehre forebber.

O LCB, yu cans hab vairy big huggs frum mee an Elvis an Pearl.

Ai noes hao bad u feels. Ai felt saem way wem mai kitteh Mouche went ober teh rainbo brij.
Jethro is happi nao, cuz he feels bettur. In tyme U wills feel bettur tu.

((((((((hugs)))))))))

Sorry about your kitteh. I’ve cried more over pets I’ve lost than people I’ve lost.

LCB, Hunnie! Ah sew sorrii tew heer abowt Jethro. He’s w8tin fur u n da medo.

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Here…. yu habs mai lufflee snugglysawft bwankee dat ai yooz when I em nawt feelin so gud…. sowwee, deres mush kitteh hairz on dere, cuz I fink it’s kitteh magnet…. ai’ll tuk yoo in awn nyse and tite and gibs u hawt chocklit… iz bes fur insydes, tu….

*pat pat*
*tuk tuk*

Heerz ur HC and a nyse pillow fur yoo hed, tu….

Hab a nyce day onna cowch wif Esme (right?) an u feel a bit bettah soon….

much lubs, snorglez and hedbutts…

Janet……u askeded wat we ar heer…..ai dont hav teh anser to dat……bu ai do noes taht the pane dat LCB haz, iz reel, an ai do noes dat ai am sittin heer wiff teh reel teerz rollin dwon my fase…..

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iz hard…..we awl noes jest how hard…….nuffin we saai kan chang dat…….u goes ahed an cries fur ur losteded kitteh……we be heer wen u needz to laff agin…..h3ll, we ar heer fur wen u cries….iz ok we awl cryin wiff u……

sorry bout soundin a bit lika i-dot……noawt gud at diz…..

LCB, mai hart goez owt to yu! Iss so hard to loze beluvved kitteh.

Menny hugs an gud wishes.

LCB, ai losted mah Callisto dis pas spring. Ai iz sorree ur hart is so hebbee.
*hands LCB bawx ob kleenex decrated wif Jethro pikshurs n holds LCB’s hand*

We’ll hab a gud crai togebber.

Oh no, LCB.

I’m so sorry to heer bout Jethro. Mah Wiley hid awl hims tumors frum meh, tew. Iz almoss liek dey didn’t wanna wurry us, an wanted to keep us happeh fur az long as dey cud.

I’m sure taht Jethro lubs u as mush as u lub him. I use teh present tense cuz I no dat teh lub doan stop when he goes ober teh bridge to the Meadow.

I cum ober an we’ll luk at pikshurs ov Jethro an u can tells me teh silly fings he did. We boff crai togebber. Jethro waz wurth cryin fur.

Mah deepest sympathies.
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Deer lcb - salleh iz rite - whatever wee ar heer - iz reel An wee ar suffering with yoo. Ai know it duzznet maek yoo feel wun bit bedder to know taht yoo had the couraj to do teh rite thing. But fur shur there shud bee some kind of medal fur this kind of heroism.

There iz a wunderful sawng by Robert Schumann - “Der Soldat.” (Can’t remember rite nou who the poet iz). I will just tell the story - not translate the song. This song was written around 1830 ish - so poem somwhat older.

Two young guys have joined the army. Tehy are best friends - hav had onlee each other for a long time. One of them gets in sserious trouble - and is sentenced to be shot by firing squad. The friend is selected (oh horror) to be on the firing squad.

The one to be shot was apparently well liked, because all of his fellow soldiers on teh firing squad were crying and their shots went all over the place. The best friend, however, took careful aim and shot him in the heart.

It is a chillingly heartrending and haunting song when well done. And yet another statement of what someone who truly loves you will do for you when no one else can, or will.

lcb, I expect this is not a lot of comfort, there being really no such thing at this time, but ai think of it a lot - in cases like this - because it joins us to the past and makes these thing seem timeless and shared.

oh, lcb! my deepest sympathies! you have come to the right place - i haven’t been posting long, but i have been lurking here to read for quite a while and i know that all of the folks who come here regularly are well loved by the kitties who own us and we know the incredible value of those brief but wondrous little lives. our kitties teach us so much about how to be happy and to love the world if only we listen to them.

i lost my Tigerlily a few years ago (amazing how much the loss still hurts, how much i still miss her) to cancer. most people told me not to think about it, to put her out of my mind, get a new cat, etc. but one very good friend came to me and said “tell me all your stories about her” and i did and we cried and cried and cried until i got to all the funny things she would do… she was such a perfect little lady but sometimes while playing, especially under the influence of catnip, she would just regress to kittenhood and become so silly. soon we were past crying and i was laughing so hard i could barely breathe, and my friend said, “see, she is still with you, she can still help you to be happy.”

i hope that when i cross the bridge, all the kitties i loved will be waiting there for me, Lily in the front in her most ladylike pose, and they will show me around the summerlands - where to find the best flutterbys to chase, the best fish ponds to contemplate and the very best warm, sunny places for naps. Jethro has gone ahead of you to make sure that when you come home to him he will have found all the special places he knows you will love. until then tell all your stories of him and he will still do his best to help you be happy.

Shadow, my current feline owner, is here in my lap now (she comes running whenever i get all teary) and purring for you and Jethro.

ps - i once read an article responding to the idea that the internet and globalization were destroying the bonds between people and turning us all into loners (i wish i could remember the author). this author discussed the shift from the village to the city to the internet as one of a move from inadvertent to intentional communities. in the village, there may be only 50 people, so everyone gets to know each other and know all about each other because that’s all there is, but it may not be a happy community because everyone is just stuck together. in the city, people came together based on common interests and goals, but the physical infrastructure still made it difficult for people with much in common to find each other.

with the internet, it is now possible for communities to form (living virtual villages) of people who have much in common and much to share. it is now possible for people to have contacts all over the world (even in teeny tiny ingerland!) who form loving, supportive, nurturing, and stimulating groups of friends based on real compatibility and most importantly having made an active choice to be friends.

just because it isn’t physical doesn’t mean that it isn’t real or doesn’t have genuine power to affect the world.

whew… lotzes and lotzes of werds! needz to go wiggle some fedders nao. kluvuthxbai!

Peepl whoo sez “just a kat” or “just a bunneh” wen u lose a frend - dey needz to be hitted.

Just becuz dere bodie wuz small duznt meen dere hart wazn’t big. I kriys wif u.

Thank u all for yer kind werds and ur sympathies. Also empathies. I dids spend time today on teh couch wif mah Esme and wif mah bf, remembering Jethro and laffing and crying about all teh sweet and teh bitter parts of having a kitteh in ur life. I is in teh acceptance stage alreddy; I know that letting him go was teh bestest thing for him.

Here is link to some picshurs of Jethro.

http://www.picasaweb.google.com/lolcatburglar/Jethro

Sorry about Jethro! Lolcatburglar, you must feel as though your insides are being torn out! Kipling said “Beware, beware of giving your heart to a dog to tear!” applies to all our animal friends. I just think about losing my Benjamin and my heart tears. Probably Barty would have the same affect, even though he isn’t quite as close to me.

Even though Kipling sounds as though the last thing he would do is get another dog, Ithink he is just about to set himself up for another heart wrenching loss.

The love continues. Animals never separate from G-d the way people do, and return gently to the realm of the SPirit. It is why death doesn’t bother them the way it does us. Jethro is fine, nestling in the arms of the Creator.

What a lovely, lovely kitty! Full of grandeur and dignity! He looks as though he isn’t in discomfort in the last photo. Perhaps just a little, which he can ignore. He enjoyed his life to the end….you can be clad of that!

Deer LCB

I’ve got heer late, so I’m glad u are getting sum heeling for ur pain and some acceptance. Almost the first time I posted on this site was to tell about the loss of my Jester and everyone was so lovely and really helped me with it. (Lolspeak off, I can’t lolspeak and cry at the same time.) I loved the pictures of ur big boy, so handsome. I still miss Jezz, well its only a couple of months and Newsprint, (Printie) too - a day or two ago was thinking when I get the skills I want to do a montage of pix of her with the backing of “Ain’t No sunshine” coz that’s how I felt the two times she ran off and got lost for a while… now she’s gone physically but I agree with the others; love lasts forever and they’re always in our hearts. And the pain of loss is nothing to the riches of having them.
Hope this doesn’t make you feel worse rather than better …. perhaps I should have just
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wut a hansum kitteh! remembers me ob my tiger-kitteh, big brown tabby, think he died ob a kitteh-hart-attack. An my tora-kitteh, liddle brown tabby, just disappearded one night. it hurtz to lose yur sweet frend you love so much. somday teh happy remembries help teh hurt not hurt so much. {{{hugs}}}

that Jethro - what a byootiful boy! and so much personality shining from those pix!

jethro iz berry handsome! himz luks awl snuggli n warm. I naow how hardz it iz to lose a pet- yuz feel lik yur hert bein ripped owt. Cryin helpz- sos dus hot chocolate (oddly enuf….) been close to 50 meenz I gotz mani friendz waitn for me at da bridge- de wil meet yur Jethro n sniff nosez n do da kitteh headbuts den deh awl plai together-
Jethro can plai wif
Darius- mai fursti kitteh
Midnight- careful! himz 20 poundz ub luv
Outside Cat- himz berry smart manx kitteh (who did mak it in house)
Arthur- mai furst ornj beeg bundl ub lub
Alex- gascatz furst kitteh (called himz owlex)
Sambo- himz beeg snorgler
n ifnz Jethro dusnt mind da googies- Penny would luv two plai wif him (she wais mai furst googie n mai furst golden reteriver, neber fout I wud lub a goggie but I does)

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momcat n gascat

I am so very sorry for your loss.

LCB -

thank you for sharing Jethro with us. we all send you our love.

jethro iz veri lukki kitteh. furst hymns haves joo an naow getsta plai in teh meadow. joo is lukki tu. joo gots to snorgle him and naow joo has a invisble kitteh-hawk to b lookins aftre joo. iz has many invisible kitteh-hawks whoos b alwys spreadin dere wings ober mai current fambly of animules. luv n happy to joo frum us

LCB, Ai am SO sawry about ur loss of Jethro (I giggle cuz I always think, Uncle Jed! Uncle Jed! wen I heer that name….) but he wuz BOOTIFULL kitteh~ fur sure! Thank you for sharing his photos wif us.

I still cries ofer my Squit and Snert kittehs and dey gone to Rainbow Bridge >15 years ago.

My turtlols will out-live me, so I will wait for dem ober Rainbow Bridge, where Jethro waits for you. It was said earlier, that he will be there to make the way better for you when its your time.

God gives us animals to luf and does not let them live as long as us so we know what unconditional love is and what it is to lose it. Bee nawt too sad, he is in the Better Playze and you WILL see him again.

My heart cries with yours though. It gets better, though. Nawt right away, but it will.

Sending yu warm blankets and genntel pats, Lolcatburglar. Lucky Jethro tu hab such a mom, and lucky Lolcatburglar tu hab such a Jethro!

Mai yur greeving bee spiced with luving memriez. It duz gets better.

I lost mai dear buddie Furhead about 7 yeers ago, and sumtymes, I still gets that pain in mai hart frum missing her. But it iz not liek it wuz, so hot and piercing, de strangest pain I eber had.

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scarletkitty’s comment iz akshulee under my comment way up neer the top. Altho, ai must admit, after all the teerz and hugzz (which it akshullee is nawt after), it does luk a bit stranj (an stranjlee verree funnee) fur sumwun suddenlee to say “fig newtons!”

Iz unexpected humor of the nesting comminz!

Oh, ai see - goes wid “fig mints”

Oh, ai see - goes wid “fig mints” Taut it was noo intrjeckshun or maild oath. Wud wurk! Ai gonna trai next taimsmtin go wrong,… All pappers fall on floor “Oh, Fig Newtons!”

yes, exakly! der fer a minit I culd nawt remember wat happened, eever! I iz laffin.

ai onct herd a grate treetmint fur wen u has a cold……..(iz cowboi meffod..)

“taek ur hat……puts it awn teh footypost at teh end ov teh bed……

getz bottulk ov whiskeis,……drinkies it untul u see TWO hatz

goes to sleep…….

den u will hav eeider got rid ov teh cold ….aor u jest wont care amimoar…”

duz u relly wanz to put lemming in t or toddy? How bout lemin stead?

No, lemmings gib moer boddee!

tanks 4 teh gud wishes. I werked the morning, then spended the afternoon in bed.

The tee helped, but no toddy type stuff (or lemmings, dey not fownd in MI)

I feel bedder soon I hope

I am going to remember Salleh’s remedy!

ai’m wiff u awn dat Ambercat……

tiz bedder to trust…..an be hurteded awn okkashun…….dan nevver to trust at awl…….

ai noes peepulz lik diz……wat a mizerabul wai to hav to liv…….

Amen to dat, Salleh!