Sunday can be a day for quiet reflection. And with Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day coming upon us this August 28, I think that’s why my mind has been thinking of my precious angel, Zee, all the more. He’s been gone for well over a year but remains strong in my heart. This picture of him is classic Zee. Happy and content with those beautiful, kind eyes.

I hope everyone has a lovely day and I also want to share with you that this Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day I’ll be featuring a poignant, custom-created giveaway opportunity from a talented artist from Etsy. If you have an angel pet, you’d like to remember, I hope you’ll stop by for details on how to enter.

Take care – Deb

It’s nearly impossible to believe our precious Zee has been gone a full year. He brought so much love, light, and joy to our lives and the hole in our hearts remains deep. Since I was blessed that he didn’t mind being snuggled or held, I’ve created a collage of some of my favorite pictures with him to honor his passing.

Goodbye sweet Zee, forever and always in my heart.

Zee: September 7, 2005 – March 18, 2022.

My Dearest Zee,

While it is true, I can now walk into the kitchen and see your empty food dish on the counter next to the seven others and not break into tears as I had been, remembering the 3 times daily ritual I would feed you from it, it does not mean my heart doesn’t skip a beat, missing you being a part of it. Read more

Our precious Maine Coon, Zee, has been gone nearly two months, yet somehow the world did not stop. Not for my pain, nor for his significance. There was no parade. No national holiday created. No indication from passersby I’d come upon in stores, restaurants, or wherever,  who cared to wonder how I was, or how I was coping, as surely they could see my heart had nearly stopped beating from a mile away, the pain of loss so deeply embedded in me. But no, none of that happened. Notwithstanding the kindness of friends, family, and my beloved cat community who have supported me with cards, gifts, comments, and more, life moves on without the courtesy of stopping, thus requiring me to manage my pain and emptiness within the frame of daily existence as I mourn an extraordinary cat.

Zee’s urn is front and center and one day will have his picture on it, too.

I’m still in a fog of denial. We have his wooden urn sitting on the shelf of our armoire, residing among our other angels: Bailey, Kit, Bandit, Jazz, and Harley. There is a lovely card from the vet’s office – Zee’s beautiful paw print emblazoned on it, with touching and heartfelt signed messages from the office staff. After all, Zee had become like family to them, too. One day I will get a frame for it. Something appropriately kitty-related so as to acknowledge the beauty, and one day I will put a picture of Zee on his resting container as I did for Jazz and Harley. Read more

When Zee first arrived at our house on November 12, 2005, he was a tiny, fuzzy brown tabby 9-week-old Maine Coon kitten I gave Dan as a housewarming gift when he moved in with me. He joined furmates, Bandit (a dog), and cats Kit, Jazz, and Harley, all long since angels. How he would change our lives could not have been predicted at the time, but he quickly stole our hearts and it was evident early on he was a very special cat. Read more