Year 2010 Tributes

For pet names beginning with "F".

I miss you, Faf. You brought so much joy and love into my life and I will always treasure the five priceless years we had together. Until we meet again, my little friend.

Fangley Albert was a beautiful buff colored boy, who strolled into the lives of the Hoxie family, and right into their hearts, never to leave. Even though his tired old shell wore out, he will still always be in their hearts... as the beautiful loving boy he was. I was only blessed to meet Fangley a few times, and it was impossible to not feel how much this family loved this kitteh, and how he loved them back. Reast easy sweet boy. You will see us all again one day!

You war-danced your way
Straight into our hearts;
Forever, We knew you would stay.

Through pooping and nipping
You kept your allure;
Mischievous was always your way.

You showed us your love
When you flipped upside down
And fell right to sleep our my arms.

With every new day
You kept us amused;
We couldn't resist all your charms.

And now you have journeyed
Far over the Bridge;
You're still with us, although you're gone.

You're always our weasel,
Our sweet Farrah-girl;
Dance on, little baby, dance on!

We love you....
Chris, Jilly, Sarah, and your sisters Ebony, Stink and Hope.

Where do I begin, June of 1999 was when you and Squeaky adopted me as your mommie. My two boys came to me that year. God took the both of you ,so soon from me. Squeaky you passed in 9/05, you went outside like you always did and one day never came home. My heart was so broken, Mommie didn't have any closure and I searched high and low for you. Fearless, we went thru alot together from losing Squeaky to living on our own, together for the first time. Fearless you were my best friend, my roommate and my baby boy. On 8/4/09, my world fell apart. You were fine the night before, no symptoms at all and that day came, God took you away from me. When the vet called me and told me that you had Feline Leukemia, I didn't believe her. I took you for all of your shots. You were in pain and there was nothing mommie could do. My only choice was to lay you to rest. Mommie wrapped you up in your blankee and gave you your favorite treats one last time and said," come on, lets do nite nite.", like I did every night. Mommie rocked you to sleep before the vet laided you to rest. When your heart stopped, mine did too. I so wanted to go with you. My heart is empty, mommie misses you sooo much. Its been 9 months and I still cry and talk to your pictures all the time. I miss our moments, especially cuddling up at night on the couch with your blankee and in the morning, you waking me up by tapping me on my face with your little paw. I miss that feeling and when you would lay on my chest and wrap your little paw around my neck, those little hugs, I miss so very much. Mommie cleaned your dishes and put them away. I can't bear to throw away your toys, your placemat and your scratching posts. Everything is in the same spot. Your scratching post has all of your markings on it. Mommie looks at your picture on my nightstand every night and says, mommie loves you, come visit me, let me know you are here. And there was times mommie experienced your presence. Mommie hopes you are safe, pain free and happy on the other side with your brother Squeaky. You will never be replaced and I made a promise to you ,that I would never get another kitty. Mommie loves her two boys and misses them very very much. My 2 angels looking down at me. One day, when its my time, we will be reunited and my two boys better come and greet me.For now, bye bye my angel and my pumpkin. love you lots. Mommie, xoxo

Our beloved cat Fi Fi was killed this week by our garage door falling down and crushing her instantly. Our garage door opener is broken, and my 9-year-old daughter had been trying to open it to get her skates. Needless to say, she is traumatized and we're all having to deal with this tragedy. We will do what it takes now to have a new garage door opener with a sensor installed to protect our other pets. Fi Fi was a wonderful companion...sweet, beautiful (a gorgeous tortoise shell) whom we rescued from outside a convenience store 2 summers ago. She was pregnant, and we took her home. Soon after, she went into labor and wasn't progressing so we took her to the emergency vet on a Saturday where we had to pay $600 for a c-section. She had one kitten, whom we named Mango. She loved to come up on the bed at night when we were going to sleep and lay on our stomachs. She was so appreciative of attention but also maintained her independence. She was a wise and motherly cat to our other feline friends and will be greatly missed. I know she is in Heaven with my beloved cat Chelsea (who she reminded me of) who passed on 3 years ago. Thank you Fi Fi for loving us and allowing us to love you for the short time we were privileged to have you in our lives. We love you!!
Your Forever Family

    My dearest Flo,I hope you had a long,happy life.May you be at rest with all your friends including Salem,may you romp and play,climb trees and scratch any and all.WIll miss you forever.LOVE you forever.Martha

Fluffy,

You were special to me from the day I first met you. You were different from the other kittens, and I automatically was attached to you. I always loved having you. I loved every time I saw you in the house. You were always very special to me, even when we took in more cats. None of them are like you, and none of them could ever replace you.

I wished you could have lived longer, much longer. I wanted to give you love and affection every day for many more years. And that certainly won't change after today. You will always be on my mind, in my heart. I will always hope that you are happy, wherever you are, and that you won't be lonely. I will always hope that you are always given the love that you deserve.

Things definitely won't be the same without you. And I hope you won't forget me, just as I won't forget you. Please, be happy, be with Ruby, my grandpa, and other loved ones, and rest in peace.

I love you Fluffy. Now and forever. Rest in peace.

Until I see you again.

Love, Lauren

My darling companion Fluffy, your were my friend, buddy & funny guy, always I will think of you when it rains snows, (you loved the colder climates), your dish I just washed, and I know there is one just like it in kitty heaven for you. Rest my love not more pain, your are free from that now, I love you for eternity.. Love R.

We loved our little Franicles! She lived a happy full life and she loved to eat. That's why she looked like a little porcupine! When Bobby and I got Chinese food for delivery, she used to knock the spareribs out of our hands and eat them for herself. She was a beautiful, lovely white and grey and brown furry little baby girl. We have multiple cats (Kukla, Fran, Ollie, Rocky and Natasha) and Fran preferred to sit in the cat carrier! Or in the closet with Rocky. I think Fran and Rocky had something going. Fran died of cancer - she lived two more years until it started to spread to her stomach and paws. We wish Fran all the happiness she can find at Rainbow Bridge, and we can't wait to be reunited with her! Live, little girl, in our hearts and in our souls, forever! We love you!

FRANCIS JOHNSON AKA "LIL GUY" WAS A PART OF A MYSTICAL BREED OF SCOTS HIGHLANDER CATS BRED FOR LARGE PAW PADS TO CHASE OVER ROCKS AND BRAMBLES IN SEARCH OF THE ILLUSIVE RABBIT. FRANCIS JOHNSON INHERITED THE PAWS, BUT NOT THE DISPOSITION FOR PURSUIT. HE WAS MORE LIKE HIS NAMESAKE ST. FRANCIS, A SWEEK LOVING, CARING CREATURE WHO WALKED WITH YOU, SLEPT WITH YOU AND WAS ALWAYS PRESENT TO LOVE HIS FAMILY. HE WAS MY WIFE EILEENS PRECIOUS CAT. SHE CARED FOR HIM AND HE CARED FOR HER. THERE ARE NOT WORDS TO APPRECIATE THE GIFT THAT GOD GAVE TO US IN SENDING HIM,AS A YOUNG KITTEN, INTO MY PLACE OF WORK SO THAT I COULD BRING HIM HOME AND MAKE HIM A PART OF OUR FAMILY. HE WILL BE MISSED. HE JOINS HIS SISTERS NATASHA AND MORGANA IN THE MEADOW WAITING FOR THE ETERNAL REUNION IN GODS LOVE.

To my dearest francesca .My greatest joy .What a beautiful ,smart yorkie you were . You loved your grandmother's cooking .You are my baby girl. My frist dog. I love you so much .My heart is broken with out you .But i remember your unconditional love .You had such a cute yorkie smile. I was truly blessed to have you for 14yrs.You will always be in mommy heart.May you rest in peace with st francis . I will love you forever.............Love always mommy xo

Frank you were the consummate cat. You were gentle and fierce, aloof and affectionate, a lover and a killer. You were a patient mentor to all the kittens we knew, Lulu, Pumpkin, Babu, Gracie and Frieda. I will sorely miss your kneading, nudging, purring, quiet talking and warm snuggles. I will always remember you my baby boy.

Hi buddy. The house is so quiet without you here. Not that you were a noisy boy, but it's too quiet. Daddy's okay, but he misses you dearly. We always will. Abby is sad, she looks for you. You were her "guy". I am so glad these last couple years that you were a part of my life. Thank you for putting up with Abby and Bindi and the cats!! I know you loved them all. You were such a gentle soul. I miss our walks and our talks, and the goofy things you did!! I am sure that there is pleny of mac & cheese for you to growl at at "the Bridge".

I hope you know how much I loved you and always will. You helped me with the loss of my Cooter. You were so much like him. Just a great boy and such a gentle soul.

I know you and Coot are running around at Rainbow Bridge right now and you are watching over us. Give him a big kiss for me!

I will say so long for now. Untill we meet at the Bridge.

I love you Fred,  
Love, Step Mommy

Frederick was my wonderful little granddog. If there was ever a dog that was loved, it was Frederick. He was such a wonderful little guy and made our family happy for 16 and a half years. Our hearts were broken when he left us. He will be in our hearts forever and we will always miss him. Nana loves you always, Frederick

We lost our beloved "Freyja" on Saturday. She was a stray cat that found her way to us in 2003. Scraggly and beaten by a hard life outdoors for who knows how long, we nurtured her back to health, and she gave us great joy.

Soon after coming to us, we noticed that she ate a lot of food, but never gained weight, and never seemed to be completely at rest. She was diagnosed with hyper-thyroidism, and we treated her with medication. Daily medication was burdensome, so we sought RadioCat treatment as a permanent solution to her thyroid problem. She was such a special kitty that she needed *two* treatments, but what a difference! She started to behave like a "normal" cat, resting and eating normally, and very comfortable.

She also developed a melting corneal ulcer at one point, and we had to give her regular eye drops and special care for about a few weeks, but her eye healed and she looked better than ever.

Freyja loved to sit in the sunlight in our living room, either on the floor or in her special "throne" - for she was the Queen of the household ("Freyja" after all is the name of a Norse goddess). We used to joke about taking a stop watch to see how long it took for her to make it to the couch from the moment that one of us sat down, because she would make a "bee-line" for it as soon as we did, seeming to know from wherever she was in the house. Freyja was very much a "people cat"; she didn't have a mean bone in her body, and she loved attention. Her fur was matted and messy until we healed her hyper-thyroidism, but then it became ultra soft and silky. She loved to burrow under blankets, and we often found her as a "lump" under the throw on the couch. She also knew exactly where the heating duct was, and pressed herself up against it when it came on in the morning, pressing her body as close to it as she could.

Freyja could not hear, but we would talk to her anyway, and sometimes marvel at how we could clap our hands over her head while she was asleep, but not wake her until she was touched.

In December she was diagnosed with liver cancer after an ultrasound, and we joked about her naked belly that had been shaved for the procedure. She took it all in stride, but we knew that her end would come. We treated her with prednisone and she responded well--living happily right until March--longer than most kitties diagnosed with the same disease. However, after her rabies shot earlier this month, she began vomiting and stopped eating. We don't believe there was a connection with the shot, nor does it matter--because we know the liver cancer would get her eventually.

We gave her an appetite stimulant to no avail, and anti-nausea drugs and fluids to keep her comfortable, but we knew we were only delaying the inevitable, and when she refused to eat and couldn't make it to the bathroom, and had difficulty breathing because her swolen liver was pushing against her diaphragm, we had to make the decision to end her suffering.

She died peacefully in my arms at 1pm on the first day of spring. We loved her so very much and gave her all that we could, but she gave back so much more. I wish I could hold you in my arms forever. We will miss you deeply, Freyja, and pray that you are now in heaven in peace.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART
FURBY WE ALL LOVED YOU.
YOU CAME IN TO MY LIFE 18 YEARS AGO
AND YOU FOUND YOUR WAY IN TO MY HEART
BABY GIRL I LOVE YOU

ALWAY'S IN OUR HEARTS GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN,