For My Beloved Powder Puff
♥ⓁⓄⓋⒺ♥
All Cats Go to Heaven...
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This was one of the most difficult memorials to do because of the circumstances that occurred at the end of sweet Powder Puff's life. Thank you to all who visit this dearly loved pet who I once belonged to. God Bless.
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Please also visit Powder Puff's Heavenly Pal Boo Bear.
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
ஐPowder Puff was my baby. She was born on May 20, 1967 in Loveland, Warren County, Ohio in my bedroom. Her parents were Tiger and Fluff. I woke up that morning and found Fluff had curled up in the blanket I had thrown on the floor in my sleep the night before. I saw movement and heard the sweetest mews. I climbed out of bed and sat on the floor next to Fluff and saw she had her kittens. One was born dead and there were two left, which one my sister named Maxwell and I named the other one Powder Puff. After 2 days Maxwell died because Fluff was unable to nurse her kittens. Mom immediately warmed up some milk in a toy baby bottle and began to let Powder Puff nurse from the bottle. I quickly took over her feeding when I was not in school and she grew strong and began to fatten up nicely. She had stolen my heart the moment I saw her. She looked like a pale yellow puff that had been dipped in fine silky powder so she was named Powder Puff, but often was called Puff or Piddy Puff. She had long wisps of white fur between her toes on her paws and when you looked at the pads they looked pink and I loved to softly tickle them. When she walked it made a sound of piddy patting across the floor so I nick named her Piddy Puff. When my bedroom door was closed, or the bathroom door, She would put her soft furry paws in under the door. At first I would only see one paw and soon it would be both paws. If she still did not get in, even after pawing on the door, she would reach in under the door and pull on the door so forcefully there was no mistaking that she wanted in and expected to be let in promptly, which always happened.
Puff was of a very sweet nature, calm and rarely got upset or fought. She became my best friend and often would follow me around. She would curl up next to me on the couch and snuggle with me at night in bed. She often loved to sleep at the top of my pillow with her front paws on my forehead. When she purred it was a very soft and pleasant purring with an occasional squeak now and then that sounded like a squeaky toy. The vet said she checked out fine but had never heard of a cat that squeaked like she did when she purred. Her belly was curls of long white and very pale yellow fur, which was the softest fur ever felt. She often loved her belly rubbed and would purr and squeak while making bread the whole time her belly was rubbed. It wasn't until in the early part of this century that they came out with a fiber that they began making blankets from that actually felt as soft as Powder Puff's belly.
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Puff was a playful cat and we would often romp around the yard on about an acre of ground. She loved to chase and tag sticks and feathers when I found them.Whenever she wanted out she would paw on the door and cry, "Out!" She did this until someone let her out to do her special little kitty things. She loved to play with cat toys but her favorite toy was a ball made out of Reynolds wrap. At Christmas time her and Fluff would often sleep under the tree amid all the gifts. She would hunt outside and often brought home gifts of mice, moles, and an occasional frog which she would lay on the step at which ever door was closest at the time.
One summer the wretched boy across the street from us shot Puff in the neck with a bb gun. I opened the kitchen door to the garage and there she lay on the step and she would not move.She was covered in muck which was not like her as she was a very clean cat. I knew somehing was wrong and had at first thought she had been hit by a car. I stepped around her and checked her out when I saw the blood on her neck and in her mouth. Mom was driving then and we hopped into her car and took Puff to the vet, the good vet in the city of Loveland. He checked her over and said she was shot by a bb gun and had she not turned to look to see what made a noise when the gun went off the pellet would have entered her head and gone into the brain killing her. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she had turned toward the noise of the gun when it went off. The bb remained in her because if it was removed it would definitely kill her. I took her home with salve and liquid antibiotics to give her to ward off any infections. She promptly settled in under my bed. I called the neighbor across the street whose son had a bb gun and had killed one of our other cats once before by putting him in the mail box on a hot August afternoon. His mother answered and I told her that if he ever harmed another one of our cats or another neighbor's animal I would see to it he would spend time for it and that I had best never see him with his bb gun ever again. From then on our pets were never harmed and the boy stayed away from me. Puff did not want to eat or drink anything. It had been 2 days like this. I was determined she was going to live and never give that creep the satisfaction of killing such a beautiful and sweet creation of God. I mixed canned cat food with warm water, took an eye dropper and crawled under my bed with her. I told her I was not going to let her die so she had better get on with the business of healing instead and I began to force food and water into her though the eye dropper. Soon she began to eat and drink on her own again. When we took her to the vet for her follow up he was surprised she was still alive and we told her what I did to keep her going. He was glad we cared about her that much. She lived many more years after that.
In the summer that I went out to Indiana to live she went with me. She was in disbelief that such creatures as goats and cows and sheep lived on this earth and would watch the strange unknown creatures for hours on end sitting on top of one of the fence posts to the pasture. She always stayed close by me. She enjoyed the garden most of all that grew at my front door.
The following year back living in Loveland she became very sick as her kidneys were beginning to shut down. It had been a pleasant summer and rather than play she would just go for walks with me around the yard. On our last walk she was very slow moving and I knew she was very sick but she did not want me to carry her at first. About one stroll around the house she could not step over the downspout near the garage so I helped her over it and told her how much I loved her and understood. She was suffering and in so much pain. She stumbled and I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way inside. Her body now tiny and frail we climbed into the car that July afternoon and went to the vets office, I held her in a towel all the way there as my mom drove us. The Good Doctor was on vacation and his assistant vet was filling in whom he had just hired. The man told us she needed to be put to sleep and we knew this on the way there, so it was no surprise when he told us this. He would not let me stay with her as he administered the shot which upset me terribly. He said it would be too hard for me to see and would not allow me to be there. Mom took me home crying terribly as I knew Puff would be so scared alone.
That following Monday the vet called and spoke with my mom at work. He told her, as his voice broke, that he had terrible news to tell her. The assistant he had hired had come with good credentials, but he had fired him just that morning when he came into the office early in the morning returning from his vacation. He was not expected until that afternoon. The man would be stripped of his license to practice. He took the animals that he was suppose to put to sleep and had experimented on them without permission from their people. Puff had been one of them but she had died before he could experiment on her alive. That was the only thing that helped me at that time. I remember mom telling me in the living room and I cried such a wail from my heart and I knew had that man been there I would have struck out at him and done him great harm. I knew it was wrong to leave her alone with this strange and odd man who we did not know. Something just did not feel right about it. I cannot imagine the fear she must have felt as she lay in the back room surrounded by other dying beloved pets and that diabolical man's madness. I can only thank God he showed mercy on her and took her home before he could torture her. All of my life I had protected her, nurtured her, and cared and loved her, and at the end when she needed me most of all I was not there for her. But God was there with her. For that I am grateful. In this experience with someone you are suppose to trust I can only say to people never leave your beloved pet alone with them when it is time for them to pass on. NEVER. I was not aloud to have her body as he had done awful things even after she had died. The office was closed that day while Good Doctor had to end the suffering of the pets still alive and cremate the remains of all the animals. But only after the police were informed and a report made on the premises. After all of that the doctor had to make calls to those the pets belonged to. He broke down when he talked to mom and he kept apologizing. He was as much a victim in the matter as the animals and their people. I cannot even imagine what it was that he walked into unexpectedly. He had a haunted look come over his face the next time I saw him and he gave me his deepest apologies in person.
This story of my beloved Powder Puff had to be told and was told in order that those who, like me, may not be aware that terrible people out there exist who have demented minds and would deceive us to latch onto our dearest most cherished treasures to do evil upon them and in trusting innocence we hand them over in their most vulnerable time thinking that person will assist in easing their suffering. Those who say you would never hand your pet over like that, well, good for you then. You are not naive as some of us are, but don't judge. Count your blessings in a way. But there are those of us who are far too trusting of others and such evil never crosses our minds. But we learn the hard way so often, or we learn by reading or hearing the story of another person's cherished pet experiencing this. That is what I hope my Powder Puff's story does - help others realize of such evil out there, so that they become aware and never experience it. By this then Puff is no longer a victim, but has been given her own power back, which she so rightly deserves.
Now we are at the end of this story, so, please, dry your tears, hug your pets, and remember the goodness and sweetness of this wonderful soul who once graced my life with her sweet and gentle love, and know that this angle is now a part of your memories, too. Remember her as she would have wanted you to remember her, as a dear and sweet and, oh, so charming delicate fluff of beauty, a playful creation of God the Source of all life.
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Now my sweet Powder Puff is in heaven and one day I will see her again. Rest well my sweet Piddy Puff. I will always love you dearly.✿
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Copyright © 2015 by Mary L. Sterling All personal materials, images, and data contained herein are not to be copied or down loaded for commercial purposes of duplication, distribution, or publishing without the express written permission of the owner. Information contained on this memorial is provided free for the purpose of aiding individuals doing genealogical research and to preserve family history.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
♥ⓁⓄⓋⒺ♥
All Cats Go to Heaven...
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
This was one of the most difficult memorials to do because of the circumstances that occurred at the end of sweet Powder Puff's life. Thank you to all who visit this dearly loved pet who I once belonged to. God Bless.
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
Please also visit Powder Puff's Heavenly Pal Boo Bear.
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
ஐPowder Puff was my baby. She was born on May 20, 1967 in Loveland, Warren County, Ohio in my bedroom. Her parents were Tiger and Fluff. I woke up that morning and found Fluff had curled up in the blanket I had thrown on the floor in my sleep the night before. I saw movement and heard the sweetest mews. I climbed out of bed and sat on the floor next to Fluff and saw she had her kittens. One was born dead and there were two left, which one my sister named Maxwell and I named the other one Powder Puff. After 2 days Maxwell died because Fluff was unable to nurse her kittens. Mom immediately warmed up some milk in a toy baby bottle and began to let Powder Puff nurse from the bottle. I quickly took over her feeding when I was not in school and she grew strong and began to fatten up nicely. She had stolen my heart the moment I saw her. She looked like a pale yellow puff that had been dipped in fine silky powder so she was named Powder Puff, but often was called Puff or Piddy Puff. She had long wisps of white fur between her toes on her paws and when you looked at the pads they looked pink and I loved to softly tickle them. When she walked it made a sound of piddy patting across the floor so I nick named her Piddy Puff. When my bedroom door was closed, or the bathroom door, She would put her soft furry paws in under the door. At first I would only see one paw and soon it would be both paws. If she still did not get in, even after pawing on the door, she would reach in under the door and pull on the door so forcefully there was no mistaking that she wanted in and expected to be let in promptly, which always happened.
Puff was of a very sweet nature, calm and rarely got upset or fought. She became my best friend and often would follow me around. She would curl up next to me on the couch and snuggle with me at night in bed. She often loved to sleep at the top of my pillow with her front paws on my forehead. When she purred it was a very soft and pleasant purring with an occasional squeak now and then that sounded like a squeaky toy. The vet said she checked out fine but had never heard of a cat that squeaked like she did when she purred. Her belly was curls of long white and very pale yellow fur, which was the softest fur ever felt. She often loved her belly rubbed and would purr and squeak while making bread the whole time her belly was rubbed. It wasn't until in the early part of this century that they came out with a fiber that they began making blankets from that actually felt as soft as Powder Puff's belly.
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_____ஐ _____ (¯'v´¯)_✿¸.•*•ஐ
____________(¯'(♥)´¯)___
_____________(_.^._)_¸ஐ
.... (¯'v´¯)♥
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.ஐ..(_.^._) ¸.•*༺✿༻*•.¸¸✿
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Puff was a playful cat and we would often romp around the yard on about an acre of ground. She loved to chase and tag sticks and feathers when I found them.Whenever she wanted out she would paw on the door and cry, "Out!" She did this until someone let her out to do her special little kitty things. She loved to play with cat toys but her favorite toy was a ball made out of Reynolds wrap. At Christmas time her and Fluff would often sleep under the tree amid all the gifts. She would hunt outside and often brought home gifts of mice, moles, and an occasional frog which she would lay on the step at which ever door was closest at the time.
One summer the wretched boy across the street from us shot Puff in the neck with a bb gun. I opened the kitchen door to the garage and there she lay on the step and she would not move.She was covered in muck which was not like her as she was a very clean cat. I knew somehing was wrong and had at first thought she had been hit by a car. I stepped around her and checked her out when I saw the blood on her neck and in her mouth. Mom was driving then and we hopped into her car and took Puff to the vet, the good vet in the city of Loveland. He checked her over and said she was shot by a bb gun and had she not turned to look to see what made a noise when the gun went off the pellet would have entered her head and gone into the brain killing her. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she had turned toward the noise of the gun when it went off. The bb remained in her because if it was removed it would definitely kill her. I took her home with salve and liquid antibiotics to give her to ward off any infections. She promptly settled in under my bed. I called the neighbor across the street whose son had a bb gun and had killed one of our other cats once before by putting him in the mail box on a hot August afternoon. His mother answered and I told her that if he ever harmed another one of our cats or another neighbor's animal I would see to it he would spend time for it and that I had best never see him with his bb gun ever again. From then on our pets were never harmed and the boy stayed away from me. Puff did not want to eat or drink anything. It had been 2 days like this. I was determined she was going to live and never give that creep the satisfaction of killing such a beautiful and sweet creation of God. I mixed canned cat food with warm water, took an eye dropper and crawled under my bed with her. I told her I was not going to let her die so she had better get on with the business of healing instead and I began to force food and water into her though the eye dropper. Soon she began to eat and drink on her own again. When we took her to the vet for her follow up he was surprised she was still alive and we told her what I did to keep her going. He was glad we cared about her that much. She lived many more years after that.
In the summer that I went out to Indiana to live she went with me. She was in disbelief that such creatures as goats and cows and sheep lived on this earth and would watch the strange unknown creatures for hours on end sitting on top of one of the fence posts to the pasture. She always stayed close by me. She enjoyed the garden most of all that grew at my front door.
The following year back living in Loveland she became very sick as her kidneys were beginning to shut down. It had been a pleasant summer and rather than play she would just go for walks with me around the yard. On our last walk she was very slow moving and I knew she was very sick but she did not want me to carry her at first. About one stroll around the house she could not step over the downspout near the garage so I helped her over it and told her how much I loved her and understood. She was suffering and in so much pain. She stumbled and I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way inside. Her body now tiny and frail we climbed into the car that July afternoon and went to the vets office, I held her in a towel all the way there as my mom drove us. The Good Doctor was on vacation and his assistant vet was filling in whom he had just hired. The man told us she needed to be put to sleep and we knew this on the way there, so it was no surprise when he told us this. He would not let me stay with her as he administered the shot which upset me terribly. He said it would be too hard for me to see and would not allow me to be there. Mom took me home crying terribly as I knew Puff would be so scared alone.
That following Monday the vet called and spoke with my mom at work. He told her, as his voice broke, that he had terrible news to tell her. The assistant he had hired had come with good credentials, but he had fired him just that morning when he came into the office early in the morning returning from his vacation. He was not expected until that afternoon. The man would be stripped of his license to practice. He took the animals that he was suppose to put to sleep and had experimented on them without permission from their people. Puff had been one of them but she had died before he could experiment on her alive. That was the only thing that helped me at that time. I remember mom telling me in the living room and I cried such a wail from my heart and I knew had that man been there I would have struck out at him and done him great harm. I knew it was wrong to leave her alone with this strange and odd man who we did not know. Something just did not feel right about it. I cannot imagine the fear she must have felt as she lay in the back room surrounded by other dying beloved pets and that diabolical man's madness. I can only thank God he showed mercy on her and took her home before he could torture her. All of my life I had protected her, nurtured her, and cared and loved her, and at the end when she needed me most of all I was not there for her. But God was there with her. For that I am grateful. In this experience with someone you are suppose to trust I can only say to people never leave your beloved pet alone with them when it is time for them to pass on. NEVER. I was not aloud to have her body as he had done awful things even after she had died. The office was closed that day while Good Doctor had to end the suffering of the pets still alive and cremate the remains of all the animals. But only after the police were informed and a report made on the premises. After all of that the doctor had to make calls to those the pets belonged to. He broke down when he talked to mom and he kept apologizing. He was as much a victim in the matter as the animals and their people. I cannot even imagine what it was that he walked into unexpectedly. He had a haunted look come over his face the next time I saw him and he gave me his deepest apologies in person.
This story of my beloved Powder Puff had to be told and was told in order that those who, like me, may not be aware that terrible people out there exist who have demented minds and would deceive us to latch onto our dearest most cherished treasures to do evil upon them and in trusting innocence we hand them over in their most vulnerable time thinking that person will assist in easing their suffering. Those who say you would never hand your pet over like that, well, good for you then. You are not naive as some of us are, but don't judge. Count your blessings in a way. But there are those of us who are far too trusting of others and such evil never crosses our minds. But we learn the hard way so often, or we learn by reading or hearing the story of another person's cherished pet experiencing this. That is what I hope my Powder Puff's story does - help others realize of such evil out there, so that they become aware and never experience it. By this then Puff is no longer a victim, but has been given her own power back, which she so rightly deserves.
Now we are at the end of this story, so, please, dry your tears, hug your pets, and remember the goodness and sweetness of this wonderful soul who once graced my life with her sweet and gentle love, and know that this angle is now a part of your memories, too. Remember her as she would have wanted you to remember her, as a dear and sweet and, oh, so charming delicate fluff of beauty, a playful creation of God the Source of all life.
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Now my sweet Powder Puff is in heaven and one day I will see her again. Rest well my sweet Piddy Puff. I will always love you dearly.✿
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Copyright © 2015 by Mary L. Sterling All personal materials, images, and data contained herein are not to be copied or down loaded for commercial purposes of duplication, distribution, or publishing without the express written permission of the owner. Information contained on this memorial is provided free for the purpose of aiding individuals doing genealogical research and to preserve family history.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
For My Beloved Powder Puff
♥ⓁⓄⓋⒺ♥
All Cats Go to Heaven...
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
This was one of the most difficult memorials to do because of the circumstances that occurred at the end of sweet Powder Puff's life. Thank you to all who visit this dearly loved pet who I once belonged to. God Bless.
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
Please also visit Powder Puff's Heavenly Pal Boo Bear.
*♥ ════════════════════♥*༺✿༻*♥ ════════════════════♥*
ஐPowder Puff was my baby. She was born on May 20, 1967 in Loveland, Warren County, Ohio in my bedroom. Her parents were Tiger and Fluff. I woke up that morning and found Fluff had curled up in the blanket I had thrown on the floor in my sleep the night before. I saw movement and heard the sweetest mews. I climbed out of bed and sat on the floor next to Fluff and saw she had her kittens. One was born dead and there were two left, which one my sister named Maxwell and I named the other one Powder Puff. After 2 days Maxwell died because Fluff was unable to nurse her kittens. Mom immediately warmed up some milk in a toy baby bottle and began to let Powder Puff nurse from the bottle. I quickly took over her feeding when I was not in school and she grew strong and began to fatten up nicely. She had stolen my heart the moment I saw her. She looked like a pale yellow puff that had been dipped in fine silky powder so she was named Powder Puff, but often was called Puff or Piddy Puff. She had long wisps of white fur between her toes on her paws and when you looked at the pads they looked pink and I loved to softly tickle them. When she walked it made a sound of piddy patting across the floor so I nick named her Piddy Puff. When my bedroom door was closed, or the bathroom door, She would put her soft furry paws in under the door. At first I would only see one paw and soon it would be both paws. If she still did not get in, even after pawing on the door, she would reach in under the door and pull on the door so forcefully there was no mistaking that she wanted in and expected to be let in promptly, which always happened.
Puff was of a very sweet nature, calm and rarely got upset or fought. She became my best friend and often would follow me around. She would curl up next to me on the couch and snuggle with me at night in bed. She often loved to sleep at the top of my pillow with her front paws on my forehead. When she purred it was a very soft and pleasant purring with an occasional squeak now and then that sounded like a squeaky toy. The vet said she checked out fine but had never heard of a cat that squeaked like she did when she purred. Her belly was curls of long white and very pale yellow fur, which was the softest fur ever felt. She often loved her belly rubbed and would purr and squeak while making bread the whole time her belly was rubbed. It wasn't until in the early part of this century that they came out with a fiber that they began making blankets from that actually felt as soft as Powder Puff's belly.
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_____________(_.^._)_¸ஐ
.... (¯'v´¯)♥
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Puff was a playful cat and we would often romp around the yard on about an acre of ground. She loved to chase and tag sticks and feathers when I found them.Whenever she wanted out she would paw on the door and cry, "Out!" She did this until someone let her out to do her special little kitty things. She loved to play with cat toys but her favorite toy was a ball made out of Reynolds wrap. At Christmas time her and Fluff would often sleep under the tree amid all the gifts. She would hunt outside and often brought home gifts of mice, moles, and an occasional frog which she would lay on the step at which ever door was closest at the time.
One summer the wretched boy across the street from us shot Puff in the neck with a bb gun. I opened the kitchen door to the garage and there she lay on the step and she would not move.She was covered in muck which was not like her as she was a very clean cat. I knew somehing was wrong and had at first thought she had been hit by a car. I stepped around her and checked her out when I saw the blood on her neck and in her mouth. Mom was driving then and we hopped into her car and took Puff to the vet, the good vet in the city of Loveland. He checked her over and said she was shot by a bb gun and had she not turned to look to see what made a noise when the gun went off the pellet would have entered her head and gone into the brain killing her. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she had turned toward the noise of the gun when it went off. The bb remained in her because if it was removed it would definitely kill her. I took her home with salve and liquid antibiotics to give her to ward off any infections. She promptly settled in under my bed. I called the neighbor across the street whose son had a bb gun and had killed one of our other cats once before by putting him in the mail box on a hot August afternoon. His mother answered and I told her that if he ever harmed another one of our cats or another neighbor's animal I would see to it he would spend time for it and that I had best never see him with his bb gun ever again. From then on our pets were never harmed and the boy stayed away from me. Puff did not want to eat or drink anything. It had been 2 days like this. I was determined she was going to live and never give that creep the satisfaction of killing such a beautiful and sweet creation of God. I mixed canned cat food with warm water, took an eye dropper and crawled under my bed with her. I told her I was not going to let her die so she had better get on with the business of healing instead and I began to force food and water into her though the eye dropper. Soon she began to eat and drink on her own again. When we took her to the vet for her follow up he was surprised she was still alive and we told her what I did to keep her going. He was glad we cared about her that much. She lived many more years after that.
In the summer that I went out to Indiana to live she went with me. She was in disbelief that such creatures as goats and cows and sheep lived on this earth and would watch the strange unknown creatures for hours on end sitting on top of one of the fence posts to the pasture. She always stayed close by me. She enjoyed the garden most of all that grew at my front door.
The following year back living in Loveland she became very sick as her kidneys were beginning to shut down. It had been a pleasant summer and rather than play she would just go for walks with me around the yard. On our last walk she was very slow moving and I knew she was very sick but she did not want me to carry her at first. About one stroll around the house she could not step over the downspout near the garage so I helped her over it and told her how much I loved her and understood. She was suffering and in so much pain. She stumbled and I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way inside. Her body now tiny and frail we climbed into the car that July afternoon and went to the vets office, I held her in a towel all the way there as my mom drove us. The Good Doctor was on vacation and his assistant vet was filling in whom he had just hired. The man told us she needed to be put to sleep and we knew this on the way there, so it was no surprise when he told us this. He would not let me stay with her as he administered the shot which upset me terribly. He said it would be too hard for me to see and would not allow me to be there. Mom took me home crying terribly as I knew Puff would be so scared alone.
That following Monday the vet called and spoke with my mom at work. He told her, as his voice broke, that he had terrible news to tell her. The assistant he had hired had come with good credentials, but he had fired him just that morning when he came into the office early in the morning returning from his vacation. He was not expected until that afternoon. The man would be stripped of his license to practice. He took the animals that he was suppose to put to sleep and had experimented on them without permission from their people. Puff had been one of them but she had died before he could experiment on her alive. That was the only thing that helped me at that time. I remember mom telling me in the living room and I cried such a wail from my heart and I knew had that man been there I would have struck out at him and done him great harm. I knew it was wrong to leave her alone with this strange and odd man who we did not know. Something just did not feel right about it. I cannot imagine the fear she must have felt as she lay in the back room surrounded by other dying beloved pets and that diabolical man's madness. I can only thank God he showed mercy on her and took her home before he could torture her. All of my life I had protected her, nurtured her, and cared and loved her, and at the end when she needed me most of all I was not there for her. But God was there with her. For that I am grateful. In this experience with someone you are suppose to trust I can only say to people never leave your beloved pet alone with them when it is time for them to pass on. NEVER. I was not aloud to have her body as he had done awful things even after she had died. The office was closed that day while Good Doctor had to end the suffering of the pets still alive and cremate the remains of all the animals. But only after the police were informed and a report made on the premises. After all of that the doctor had to make calls to those the pets belonged to. He broke down when he talked to mom and he kept apologizing. He was as much a victim in the matter as the animals and their people. I cannot even imagine what it was that he walked into unexpectedly. He had a haunted look come over his face the next time I saw him and he gave me his deepest apologies in person.
This story of my beloved Powder Puff had to be told and was told in order that those who, like me, may not be aware that terrible people out there exist who have demented minds and would deceive us to latch onto our dearest most cherished treasures to do evil upon them and in trusting innocence we hand them over in their most vulnerable time thinking that person will assist in easing their suffering. Those who say you would never hand your pet over like that, well, good for you then. You are not naive as some of us are, but don't judge. Count your blessings in a way. But there are those of us who are far too trusting of others and such evil never crosses our minds. But we learn the hard way so often, or we learn by reading or hearing the story of another person's cherished pet experiencing this. That is what I hope my Powder Puff's story does - help others realize of such evil out there, so that they become aware and never experience it. By this then Puff is no longer a victim, but has been given her own power back, which she so rightly deserves.
Now we are at the end of this story, so, please, dry your tears, hug your pets, and remember the goodness and sweetness of this wonderful soul who once graced my life with her sweet and gentle love, and know that this angle is now a part of your memories, too. Remember her as she would have wanted you to remember her, as a dear and sweet and, oh, so charming delicate fluff of beauty, a playful creation of God the Source of all life.
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Now my sweet Powder Puff is in heaven and one day I will see her again. Rest well my sweet Piddy Puff. I will always love you dearly.✿
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This was one of the most difficult memorials to do because of the circumstances that occurred at the end of sweet Powder Puff's life. Thank you to all who visit this dearly loved pet who I once belonged to. God Bless.
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Please also visit Powder Puff's Heavenly Pal Boo Bear.
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ஐPowder Puff was my baby. She was born on May 20, 1967 in Loveland, Warren County, Ohio in my bedroom. Her parents were Tiger and Fluff. I woke up that morning and found Fluff had curled up in the blanket I had thrown on the floor in my sleep the night before. I saw movement and heard the sweetest mews. I climbed out of bed and sat on the floor next to Fluff and saw she had her kittens. One was born dead and there were two left, which one my sister named Maxwell and I named the other one Powder Puff. After 2 days Maxwell died because Fluff was unable to nurse her kittens. Mom immediately warmed up some milk in a toy baby bottle and began to let Powder Puff nurse from the bottle. I quickly took over her feeding when I was not in school and she grew strong and began to fatten up nicely. She had stolen my heart the moment I saw her. She looked like a pale yellow puff that had been dipped in fine silky powder so she was named Powder Puff, but often was called Puff or Piddy Puff. She had long wisps of white fur between her toes on her paws and when you looked at the pads they looked pink and I loved to softly tickle them. When she walked it made a sound of piddy patting across the floor so I nick named her Piddy Puff. When my bedroom door was closed, or the bathroom door, She would put her soft furry paws in under the door. At first I would only see one paw and soon it would be both paws. If she still did not get in, even after pawing on the door, she would reach in under the door and pull on the door so forcefully there was no mistaking that she wanted in and expected to be let in promptly, which always happened.
Puff was of a very sweet nature, calm and rarely got upset or fought. She became my best friend and often would follow me around. She would curl up next to me on the couch and snuggle with me at night in bed. She often loved to sleep at the top of my pillow with her front paws on my forehead. When she purred it was a very soft and pleasant purring with an occasional squeak now and then that sounded like a squeaky toy. The vet said she checked out fine but had never heard of a cat that squeaked like she did when she purred. Her belly was curls of long white and very pale yellow fur, which was the softest fur ever felt. She often loved her belly rubbed and would purr and squeak while making bread the whole time her belly was rubbed. It wasn't until in the early part of this century that they came out with a fiber that they began making blankets from that actually felt as soft as Powder Puff's belly.
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Puff was a playful cat and we would often romp around the yard on about an acre of ground. She loved to chase and tag sticks and feathers when I found them.Whenever she wanted out she would paw on the door and cry, "Out!" She did this until someone let her out to do her special little kitty things. She loved to play with cat toys but her favorite toy was a ball made out of Reynolds wrap. At Christmas time her and Fluff would often sleep under the tree amid all the gifts. She would hunt outside and often brought home gifts of mice, moles, and an occasional frog which she would lay on the step at which ever door was closest at the time.
One summer the wretched boy across the street from us shot Puff in the neck with a bb gun. I opened the kitchen door to the garage and there she lay on the step and she would not move.She was covered in muck which was not like her as she was a very clean cat. I knew somehing was wrong and had at first thought she had been hit by a car. I stepped around her and checked her out when I saw the blood on her neck and in her mouth. Mom was driving then and we hopped into her car and took Puff to the vet, the good vet in the city of Loveland. He checked her over and said she was shot by a bb gun and had she not turned to look to see what made a noise when the gun went off the pellet would have entered her head and gone into the brain killing her. The only thing that saved her was the fact that she had turned toward the noise of the gun when it went off. The bb remained in her because if it was removed it would definitely kill her. I took her home with salve and liquid antibiotics to give her to ward off any infections. She promptly settled in under my bed. I called the neighbor across the street whose son had a bb gun and had killed one of our other cats once before by putting him in the mail box on a hot August afternoon. His mother answered and I told her that if he ever harmed another one of our cats or another neighbor's animal I would see to it he would spend time for it and that I had best never see him with his bb gun ever again. From then on our pets were never harmed and the boy stayed away from me. Puff did not want to eat or drink anything. It had been 2 days like this. I was determined she was going to live and never give that creep the satisfaction of killing such a beautiful and sweet creation of God. I mixed canned cat food with warm water, took an eye dropper and crawled under my bed with her. I told her I was not going to let her die so she had better get on with the business of healing instead and I began to force food and water into her though the eye dropper. Soon she began to eat and drink on her own again. When we took her to the vet for her follow up he was surprised she was still alive and we told her what I did to keep her going. He was glad we cared about her that much. She lived many more years after that.
In the summer that I went out to Indiana to live she went with me. She was in disbelief that such creatures as goats and cows and sheep lived on this earth and would watch the strange unknown creatures for hours on end sitting on top of one of the fence posts to the pasture. She always stayed close by me. She enjoyed the garden most of all that grew at my front door.
The following year back living in Loveland she became very sick as her kidneys were beginning to shut down. It had been a pleasant summer and rather than play she would just go for walks with me around the yard. On our last walk she was very slow moving and I knew she was very sick but she did not want me to carry her at first. About one stroll around the house she could not step over the downspout near the garage so I helped her over it and told her how much I loved her and understood. She was suffering and in so much pain. She stumbled and I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way inside. Her body now tiny and frail we climbed into the car that July afternoon and went to the vets office, I held her in a towel all the way there as my mom drove us. The Good Doctor was on vacation and his assistant vet was filling in whom he had just hired. The man told us she needed to be put to sleep and we knew this on the way there, so it was no surprise when he told us this. He would not let me stay with her as he administered the shot which upset me terribly. He said it would be too hard for me to see and would not allow me to be there. Mom took me home crying terribly as I knew Puff would be so scared alone.
That following Monday the vet called and spoke with my mom at work. He told her, as his voice broke, that he had terrible news to tell her. The assistant he had hired had come with good credentials, but he had fired him just that morning when he came into the office early in the morning returning from his vacation. He was not expected until that afternoon. The man would be stripped of his license to practice. He took the animals that he was suppose to put to sleep and had experimented on them without permission from their people. Puff had been one of them but she had died before he could experiment on her alive. That was the only thing that helped me at that time. I remember mom telling me in the living room and I cried such a wail from my heart and I knew had that man been there I would have struck out at him and done him great harm. I knew it was wrong to leave her alone with this strange and odd man who we did not know. Something just did not feel right about it. I cannot imagine the fear she must have felt as she lay in the back room surrounded by other dying beloved pets and that diabolical man's madness. I can only thank God he showed mercy on her and took her home before he could torture her. All of my life I had protected her, nurtured her, and cared and loved her, and at the end when she needed me most of all I was not there for her. But God was there with her. For that I am grateful. In this experience with someone you are suppose to trust I can only say to people never leave your beloved pet alone with them when it is time for them to pass on. NEVER. I was not aloud to have her body as he had done awful things even after she had died. The office was closed that day while Good Doctor had to end the suffering of the pets still alive and cremate the remains of all the animals. But only after the police were informed and a report made on the premises. After all of that the doctor had to make calls to those the pets belonged to. He broke down when he talked to mom and he kept apologizing. He was as much a victim in the matter as the animals and their people. I cannot even imagine what it was that he walked into unexpectedly. He had a haunted look come over his face the next time I saw him and he gave me his deepest apologies in person.
This story of my beloved Powder Puff had to be told and was told in order that those who, like me, may not be aware that terrible people out there exist who have demented minds and would deceive us to latch onto our dearest most cherished treasures to do evil upon them and in trusting innocence we hand them over in their most vulnerable time thinking that person will assist in easing their suffering. Those who say you would never hand your pet over like that, well, good for you then. You are not naive as some of us are, but don't judge. Count your blessings in a way. But there are those of us who are far too trusting of others and such evil never crosses our minds. But we learn the hard way so often, or we learn by reading or hearing the story of another person's cherished pet experiencing this. That is what I hope my Powder Puff's story does - help others realize of such evil out there, so that they become aware and never experience it. By this then Puff is no longer a victim, but has been given her own power back, which she so rightly deserves.
Now we are at the end of this story, so, please, dry your tears, hug your pets, and remember the goodness and sweetness of this wonderful soul who once graced my life with her sweet and gentle love, and know that this angle is now a part of your memories, too. Remember her as she would have wanted you to remember her, as a dear and sweet and, oh, so charming delicate fluff of beauty, a playful creation of God the Source of all life.
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Now my sweet Powder Puff is in heaven and one day I will see her again. Rest well my sweet Piddy Puff. I will always love you dearly.✿
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