Tuesday, December 31, 2013

In Memory of Mr. Moe



Our Mr. Moe died on New Year's Eve, Dec. 31, 2007.  We made our donation to the Parma Animal Shelter in his memory a couple days ago and my husband wore the tie with his picture on it that I made for him..  Moe was our first cat and very special to us both.  We adopted him when he was 8 years old.  He survived Fatty Liver Disease and lived with us for seven years.  Spunky Doodle worked very hard to win him over when she moved in with us, but eventually did.  I remember staying up with Moe that last night of his life, finally going to bed at midnight.  He was still breathing when I left him lying on the couch, but he died before dawn.  We got Manny Boy five months after Moe died.   

How do you honor your pets who have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge?

On another note, I am ending this year with a heavy heart because the husband of a long-time friend of mine went home to be with the Lord last week.  I can only imagine the grief she must be dealing with and I feel bad that I didn't make it to the funeral home yesterday to see her.  I know of two other ladies at our church who have fathers struggling in the hospital at this time.   

Related posts to Moe:
 Our Precious Miracle Cat
 Sweet Dreams
 Our Happy Reunion
We Still Miss You, Moe

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3 comments:

Sparkle said...

What a sad New Year's Eve when Moe died. How nice of you to remember him by helping other homeless pets.

I hope 2014 has lots of good things in store for you!

Thistle Cove Farm said...

It's always difficult to lose a beloved companion animal; I buried 3 dogs, a sheep and several kittens this past year. When one dies, another one manages to find its way here and a forever home, until they go Home. I have rescued horses, sheep, dogs, cats, guineas and honor the dead by feeding and vetting the living.
As gently as I'm able to say...trust me, you cannot possibly imagine what it's like to lose your husband to death and you may thank God for it. I'm a Bible believing Christian and have had many difficult and terrible things happen to me in life. When Dave died, it was only the grace and mercy of God that kept me alive. It's been more than 2 years and, every day, I feel his loss keenly.
While it would have been nice to visit at the funeral home, the far nicer thing to do is invite her to supper or to lunch, especially on Sunday. I've spoken with many women who say Sunday is the most difficult day of the week, the loneliest.
Honor the dead by taking care of the living.

Sandee said...

Sounds like you're not starting the new year out on a happy note. I'm sorry about that. I hope things look up for you very soon. :)

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