1984 - November/19/2000
1984 - November/19/2000
For about the first year and a half of his life, he belonged to someone else. Then over the next 14 years that I had him,
Pooder became very special and close to me and I miss him dearly.
I created this page so through the years if he starts to fade from my memory, all I will have to do is come here,
and there he will be - my beautiful boy Pooder.
These are a couple of special things Poodie did:
Every night he not only slept on the bed, but he slept right next to me with his head on my pillow or in my hand. He used to lift his back leg so I could sleep with my other hand on his belly. Other times he would reach out with his paw and put it on top of my hand or arm. He wanted to know I was there and he loved the attention & affection. Sometimes he would also sleep right on top of my head.
He would follow me around from room to room. Many times I was unaware of him until I turned around and there he was as usual laying not far from me. I have had and known many cats through the years but none ever had his level of devotion. The bond we shared was very strong.
We played games where I would try to sneak up on him and when he saw me, he would let out a meow.
He would use the laces on my sneakers to rub his paws on and mark me as his own.
His favorite treat was "Bonkers". I use to shake the box and he would come running. I would then put it on the floor with one
corner of it open and he would paw it trying to knock the Bonkers out.
When he wanted to come into a room and the door was closed, he would sit on his back legs, stretch up and paw the door with his two front paws. When he was hungry (to let me know) he would chew the phone cord or at other times he would meow,
so we nick-named him the American Win-ger.
He did the "cross paw technique" where he would cross one front paw over the other and look very royal.
He always purred so easily for me; one or two strokes and his motor would go.
There were so many other special things that he did too!
Sadly, Pooder was cheated out of the last years of his life. The vet said his heart and other organs were all very good right up until the end. Somehow though Pooder had gotten cancer and even though I had one of the top animal cancer specialists put it into remission,
it seems a few cancer cells had escaped and spread into his nervous system. Poodie was a real trooper and tried hard to beat it but
when this happened, things changed and we knew it was time to let him go.
People tell me that 16 is a long life for a cat, but I know if it wasn't for the cancer he would have still been here at 19 or 20. When people saw him they couldn't believe he was 16. It's funny how we take people and animals that we love for granted. Somehow I thought
Poodie would always be with me and now I can't believe he is gone forever!
Since he became ill he was too weak to jump up on the bed as he normally did, so I made a bed for him in the corner of our bedroom.
The last two nights that he was here, I slept next to him all night on the floor. I know it made him feel better as he purred
and slept with his head in my hand.
Now my pillow at night is empty and myself & my wife Cindy both miss him dearly.
When I said goodbye I was stroking him and talking to him. The vet dimmed the lights in the room, there were flowers next to him and
she lit a candle. As she put him to sleep I was a foot away from him looking directly into his eyes. I could see my own reflection in his pupils.
I know I was the last thing he saw and heard before he passed on.
My wife and I have other cats we love but there will only ever be one Pooder.
Goodnight sweet boy, Daddy Loves You....
Pooder was cremated at the in Calabasas, CA. (just outside of Los Angeles).
I placed his ashes in an urn with a card I had written to him along with 3 pictures of us together.
His urn was buried in his own plot near other cats that we had and who knew him.
He has his own headstone with his picture on it.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies, that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills
for all of our special friends where they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were abused, hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone who was very special to them, someone who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent, his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in a joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress that beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together. . . .