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Buckwheat was one of a litter of four kittens born to Pepper, the first pet my son, Tonka, ever had.
As a kitten, he was the largest of the bunch. A big tiger striped tom-cat with a white throat and stomach and white on his feet.
He was a laid-back kitty.
After we moved to Rogers, my brothers and their wives, whom all lived in town, each had a daughter.
Countless times my nieces would corner Buckwheat and 'love' on him. Their idea of 'lovin' wasn't what he had in mind. They never got rough with him, they always 'played easy with the kitty', but I don't think Buckwheat cared for the slobbery kisses he recieved from the two of them.
He'd bide his time and sooner of later they'd tire out and be put down for a nap, usually on a pallet on the floor or the couch so we could keep an eye on them.
No sooner would they be asleep than you'd find Buckwheat snuggled up beside them sound asleep himself. It didn't matter if it was 100 degrees outside, there he'd be curled as close to them as he could get. They'd have little beads of sweat on their foreheads and upperlips and he'd be laying there almost like he had a smile on his face. Makes ya wonder about pay-back!
Once when my brothers and their wives were visiting we were all playing Yahtzee. My two nieces, Micah and Kortnie were just crawling good and were playing with their toys on the kitchen floor at our feet. We noticed it had gotten quiet and when we looked there was Buckwheat just sitting and staring toward the corner of the kitchen where his food and water bowl was kept. Getting up we heard 'noise' finally... both girls were seated around the catfood bowl, taking a handful of catfood, soaking it in the water and munching down on it. Naturally it didn't take us long to get them cleaned up and given a bottle to content themselves with. And all the while there sat Buckwheat, watching the goings-on as if to say... 'See, I told you they were always up to no good.' He had such a righteous look on his smug little kitty face.
One time I was in the front yard and had my nieces for the evening. We were playing and having a blast when I noticed Buchwheat, who up until then had been laying on the drive-way, get up and look up the street.
Looking in that direction I saw a huge dog running toward us. It was only a house or two away and since I didn't recognize the dog I knew I had only seconds to get the babies into the house. Grabbing one under each arm I made a run for the front door and was calling Buckwheat as I ran. Setting them on the living room floor I stepped out on the front porch to let Buchwheat in. I was sure he'd be right on my heels, but noooo! He was slowly walking down the drive-way TOWARD the dog. I kept calling and calling but he didn't even seem to hear me. When he got to the edge of the drive he just stopped and planted his feet. The closer the dog got the 'bigger' Buckwheat seemed to get. By the time the dog was in front of him, that cat was so puffed up that he looked like he weighed fifty pounds and the noises he was making... I don't know where he came up with all that, he'd never even been in a fight before, but here he was, standing at the edge of HIS home and from what I saw he wasn't gonna let any size dog come on HIS property. I'm sure all of this happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed like a lifetime to me. I was sure I was going to see my fur-baby be ripped to pieces, but running full tilt the dog skidded to a stop a few feet from Buckwheat, looked at him, barked once, to which Buckwheat let go with another blood curdling yowl and forward lurch. The dog literally turned tail and ran back the way it had come. Buckwheat slowly returned to his normal appearance, turned, walked up the drive, in the front door past me, over to his water bowl and had a drink like nothing at all had happened. I'm still amazed by what I saw that day!
While we had Buckwheat we became the parents of a new addition to the family. A cocker spaniel. His name was Sandy.
At first we were concerned about mixing a cat and a dog and both being full grown. Needless to say, Buckwheat knew he was king of the house and Sandy was just happy to have a home where someone loved him. You'd have thought they were litter mates. They were the best of buds. Now each had an ally when the nieces came to visit.
Buckwheat got Feline Leukemia the year before the shots were approved for use. He passed away here at home in the midst of his very own kingdom. He is buried just a few feet from his buddy, Sandy.
He was a joy to have as a pet.
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" THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "
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 so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, sunshine and toys, 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 hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Those who were abused or mal-treated have had their tears wiped away, and sit for as long as they want on the Golden Flowing Robes of God's Lap. They feel the touch of Pure Love on their heads and finally know happiness. All the animals are happy and content, except for one small thing -they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent and her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
By: William (Bill) N. Britton
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Buckwheat was one of a litter of four kittens born to Pepper, the first pet my son, Tonka, ever had.
As a kitten, he was the largest of the bunch. A big tiger striped tom-cat with a white throat and stomach and white on his feet.
He was a laid-back kitty.
After we moved to Rogers, my brothers and their wives, whom all lived in town, each had a daughter.
Countless times my nieces would corner Buckwheat and 'love' on him. Their idea of 'lovin' wasn't what he had in mind. They never got rough with him, they always 'played easy with the kitty', but I don't think Buckwheat cared for the slobbery kisses he recieved from the two of them.
He'd bide his time and sooner of later they'd tire out and be put down for a nap, usually on a pallet on the floor or the couch so we could keep an eye on them.
No sooner would they be asleep than you'd find Buckwheat snuggled up beside them sound asleep himself. It didn't matter if it was 100 degrees outside, there he'd be curled as close to them as he could get. They'd have little beads of sweat on their foreheads and upperlips and he'd be laying there almost like he had a smile on his face. Makes ya wonder about pay-back!
Once when my brothers and their wives were visiting we were all playing Yahtzee. My two nieces, Micah and Kortnie were just crawling good and were playing with their toys on the kitchen floor at our feet. We noticed it had gotten quiet and when we looked there was Buckwheat just sitting and staring toward the corner of the kitchen where his food and water bowl was kept. Getting up we heard 'noise' finally... both girls were seated around the catfood bowl, taking a handful of catfood, soaking it in the water and munching down on it. Naturally it didn't take us long to get them cleaned up and given a bottle to content themselves with. And all the while there sat Buckwheat, watching the goings-on as if to say... 'See, I told you they were always up to no good.' He had such a righteous look on his smug little kitty face.
One time I was in the front yard and had my nieces for the evening. We were playing and having a blast when I noticed Buchwheat, who up until then had been laying on the drive-way, get up and look up the street.
Looking in that direction I saw a huge dog running toward us. It was only a house or two away and since I didn't recognize the dog I knew I had only seconds to get the babies into the house. Grabbing one under each arm I made a run for the front door and was calling Buckwheat as I ran. Setting them on the living room floor I stepped out on the front porch to let Buchwheat in. I was sure he'd be right on my heels, but noooo! He was slowly walking down the drive-way TOWARD the dog. I kept calling and calling but he didn't even seem to hear me. When he got to the edge of the drive he just stopped and planted his feet. The closer the dog got the 'bigger' Buckwheat seemed to get. By the time the dog was in front of him, that cat was so puffed up that he looked like he weighed fifty pounds and the noises he was making... I don't know where he came up with all that, he'd never even been in a fight before, but here he was, standing at the edge of HIS home and from what I saw he wasn't gonna let any size dog come on HIS property. I'm sure all of this happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed like a lifetime to me. I was sure I was going to see my fur-baby be ripped to pieces, but running full tilt the dog skidded to a stop a few feet from Buckwheat, looked at him, barked once, to which Buckwheat let go with another blood curdling yowl and forward lurch. The dog literally turned tail and ran back the way it had come. Buckwheat slowly returned to his normal appearance, turned, walked up the drive, in the front door past me, over to his water bowl and had a drink like nothing at all had happened. I'm still amazed by what I saw that day!
While we had Buckwheat we became the parents of a new addition to the family. A cocker spaniel. His name was Sandy.
At first we were concerned about mixing a cat and a dog and both being full grown. Needless to say, Buckwheat knew he was king of the house and Sandy was just happy to have a home where someone loved him. You'd have thought they were litter mates. They were the best of buds. Now each had an ally when the nieces came to visit.
Buckwheat got Feline Leukemia the year before the shots were approved for use. He passed away here at home in the midst of his very own kingdom. He is buried just a few feet from his buddy, Sandy.
He was a joy to have as a pet.
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" THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "
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 so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, sunshine and toys, 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 hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Those who were abused or mal-treated have had their tears wiped away, and sit for as long as they want on the Golden Flowing Robes of God's Lap. They feel the touch of Pure Love on their heads and finally know happiness. All the animals are happy and content, except for one small thing -they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent and her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
By: William (Bill) N. Britton
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Buckwheat was one of a litter of four kittens born to Pepper, the first pet my son, Tonka, ever had.
As a kitten, he was the largest of the bunch. A big tiger striped tom-cat with a white throat and stomach and white on his feet.
He was a laid-back kitty.
After we moved to Rogers, my brothers and their wives, whom all lived in town, each had a daughter.
Countless times my nieces would corner Buckwheat and 'love' on him. Their idea of 'lovin' wasn't what he had in mind. They never got rough with him, they always 'played easy with the kitty', but I don't think Buckwheat cared for the slobbery kisses he recieved from the two of them.
He'd bide his time and sooner of later they'd tire out and be put down for a nap, usually on a pallet on the floor or the couch so we could keep an eye on them.
No sooner would they be asleep than you'd find Buckwheat snuggled up beside them sound asleep himself. It didn't matter if it was 100 degrees outside, there he'd be curled as close to them as he could get. They'd have little beads of sweat on their foreheads and upperlips and he'd be laying there almost like he had a smile on his face. Makes ya wonder about pay-back!
Once when my brothers and their wives were visiting we were all playing Yahtzee. My two nieces, Micah and Kortnie were just crawling good and were playing with their toys on the kitchen floor at our feet. We noticed it had gotten quiet and when we looked there was Buckwheat just sitting and staring toward the corner of the kitchen where his food and water bowl was kept. Getting up we heard 'noise' finally... both girls were seated around the catfood bowl, taking a handful of catfood, soaking it in the water and munching down on it. Naturally it didn't take us long to get them cleaned up and given a bottle to content themselves with. And all the while there sat Buckwheat, watching the goings-on as if to say... 'See, I told you they were always up to no good.' He had such a righteous look on his smug little kitty face.
One time I was in the front yard and had my nieces for the evening. We were playing and having a blast when I noticed Buchwheat, who up until then had been laying on the drive-way, get up and look up the street.
Looking in that direction I saw a huge dog running toward us. It was only a house or two away and since I didn't recognize the dog I knew I had only seconds to get the babies into the house. Grabbing one under each arm I made a run for the front door and was calling Buckwheat as I ran. Setting them on the living room floor I stepped out on the front porch to let Buchwheat in. I was sure he'd be right on my heels, but noooo! He was slowly walking down the drive-way TOWARD the dog. I kept calling and calling but he didn't even seem to hear me. When he got to the edge of the drive he just stopped and planted his feet. The closer the dog got the 'bigger' Buckwheat seemed to get. By the time the dog was in front of him, that cat was so puffed up that he looked like he weighed fifty pounds and the noises he was making... I don't know where he came up with all that, he'd never even been in a fight before, but here he was, standing at the edge of HIS home and from what I saw he wasn't gonna let any size dog come on HIS property. I'm sure all of this happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed like a lifetime to me. I was sure I was going to see my fur-baby be ripped to pieces, but running full tilt the dog skidded to a stop a few feet from Buckwheat, looked at him, barked once, to which Buckwheat let go with another blood curdling yowl and forward lurch. The dog literally turned tail and ran back the way it had come. Buckwheat slowly returned to his normal appearance, turned, walked up the drive, in the front door past me, over to his water bowl and had a drink like nothing at all had happened. I'm still amazed by what I saw that day!
While we had Buckwheat we became the parents of a new addition to the family. A cocker spaniel. His name was Sandy.
At first we were concerned about mixing a cat and a dog and both being full grown. Needless to say, Buckwheat knew he was king of the house and Sandy was just happy to have a home where someone loved him. You'd have thought they were litter mates. They were the best of buds. Now each had an ally when the nieces came to visit.
Buckwheat got Feline Leukemia the year before the shots were approved for use. He passed away here at home in the midst of his very own kingdom. He is buried just a few feet from his buddy, Sandy.
He was a joy to have as a pet.
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" THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "
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 so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, sunshine and toys, 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 hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Those who were abused or mal-treated have had their tears wiped away, and sit for as long as they want on the Golden Flowing Robes of God's Lap. They feel the touch of Pure Love on their heads and finally know happiness. All the animals are happy and content, except for one small thing -they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent and her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
By: William (Bill) N. Britton
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Buckwheat was one of a litter of four kittens born to Pepper, the first pet my son, Tonka, ever had.
As a kitten, he was the largest of the bunch. A big tiger striped tom-cat with a white throat and stomach and white on his feet.
He was a laid-back kitty.
After we moved to Rogers, my brothers and their wives, whom all lived in town, each had a daughter.
Countless times my nieces would corner Buckwheat and 'love' on him. Their idea of 'lovin' wasn't what he had in mind. They never got rough with him, they always 'played easy with the kitty', but I don't think Buckwheat cared for the slobbery kisses he recieved from the two of them.
He'd bide his time and sooner of later they'd tire out and be put down for a nap, usually on a pallet on the floor or the couch so we could keep an eye on them.
No sooner would they be asleep than you'd find Buckwheat snuggled up beside them sound asleep himself. It didn't matter if it was 100 degrees outside, there he'd be curled as close to them as he could get. They'd have little beads of sweat on their foreheads and upperlips and he'd be laying there almost like he had a smile on his face. Makes ya wonder about pay-back!
Once when my brothers and their wives were visiting we were all playing Yahtzee. My two nieces, Micah and Kortnie were just crawling good and were playing with their toys on the kitchen floor at our feet. We noticed it had gotten quiet and when we looked there was Buckwheat just sitting and staring toward the corner of the kitchen where his food and water bowl was kept. Getting up we heard 'noise' finally... both girls were seated around the catfood bowl, taking a handful of catfood, soaking it in the water and munching down on it. Naturally it didn't take us long to get them cleaned up and given a bottle to content themselves with. And all the while there sat Buckwheat, watching the goings-on as if to say... 'See, I told you they were always up to no good.' He had such a righteous look on his smug little kitty face.
One time I was in the front yard and had my nieces for the evening. We were playing and having a blast when I noticed Buchwheat, who up until then had been laying on the drive-way, get up and look up the street.
Looking in that direction I saw a huge dog running toward us. It was only a house or two away and since I didn't recognize the dog I knew I had only seconds to get the babies into the house. Grabbing one under each arm I made a run for the front door and was calling Buckwheat as I ran. Setting them on the living room floor I stepped out on the front porch to let Buchwheat in. I was sure he'd be right on my heels, but noooo! He was slowly walking down the drive-way TOWARD the dog. I kept calling and calling but he didn't even seem to hear me. When he got to the edge of the drive he just stopped and planted his feet. The closer the dog got the 'bigger' Buckwheat seemed to get. By the time the dog was in front of him, that cat was so puffed up that he looked like he weighed fifty pounds and the noises he was making... I don't know where he came up with all that, he'd never even been in a fight before, but here he was, standing at the edge of HIS home and from what I saw he wasn't gonna let any size dog come on HIS property. I'm sure all of this happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed like a lifetime to me. I was sure I was going to see my fur-baby be ripped to pieces, but running full tilt the dog skidded to a stop a few feet from Buckwheat, looked at him, barked once, to which Buckwheat let go with another blood curdling yowl and forward lurch. The dog literally turned tail and ran back the way it had come. Buckwheat slowly returned to his normal appearance, turned, walked up the drive, in the front door past me, over to his water bowl and had a drink like nothing at all had happened. I'm still amazed by what I saw that day!
While we had Buckwheat we became the parents of a new addition to the family. A cocker spaniel. His name was Sandy.
At first we were concerned about mixing a cat and a dog and both being full grown. Needless to say, Buckwheat knew he was king of the house and Sandy was just happy to have a home where someone loved him. You'd have thought they were litter mates. They were the best of buds. Now each had an ally when the nieces came to visit.
Buckwheat got Feline Leukemia the year before the shots were approved for use. He passed away here at home in the midst of his very own kingdom. He is buried just a few feet from his buddy, Sandy.
He was a joy to have as a pet.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤ >''< ❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
" THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "
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 so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, sunshine and toys, 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 hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Those who were abused or mal-treated have had their tears wiped away, and sit for as long as they want on the Golden Flowing Robes of God's Lap. They feel the touch of Pure Love on their heads and finally know happiness. All the animals are happy and content, except for one small thing -they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent and her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
By: William (Bill) N. Britton
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