Saying farewell to a beloved pet.

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Our beloved Khandi crossed over to Rainbow Bridge last Saturday. She was a seventeen-year-old Birman cat. Always a striking beauty, but also a very strong personality. Tell her off for some indiscretion and she would flick her tail as if to say: "Up your's!" How I so loved her, the tears just won't stop.

We have a pet cemetery. Rather than bury them in the garden or elsewhere, our pets have a four feet high, plant pot, in which they are laid to, rest in peace. A rose grows out of the top of the pot. When China-Doll passed her rose was called: "Sweet Memories." Later, we lost Lulu, her rose was called: "All my loving." Khandi's rose we have contrived, originally called, "Lots of kisses," we renamed the rose to: "Khandi Khisses."

Farewell my treasured feline friend, how I will miss you. You have left a hole in my heart that will be a long time healing.
 

Don, I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of Khandi. Our Birman cat, Cleo, was one of the smartest, most beautiful and most loving we've ever had, so I know you will miss her. Brown and white with beautiful blue eyes. I still have her ashes.

We have lost so many of our cats, and the pain has just stayed with us for so long. I know you gave her a good life, so please find comfort in that.
 
They Will Not Go Quietly

They will not go quietly, the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know, their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts belongs to you….and always will.

Deb Orwig
 
Dear Friends, thank you all so much. I have read, and re-read, all the tributes that you have extended. How kind you all are.
Diva mentioned that Khandi had a cute name, there's an amusing anecdote that I can share.

Khandi's name came from an inspired moment when my wife and I had watched a rerun of Disney's interpretation of Rudyard Kipling's: "The Jungle Book." The baddy is a Bengal Tiger name of Shere Khan. Note Khan is pronounced "carn." To that end Tina, my wife, thought that as Khan is masculine, Khandi would be feminine, so we called our kitten Khandi and pronounced it: "Carn-dee."

The anecdote comes from the vet of the time who was quite smitten with Khandi. He loved her name, later we saw his written notes after she had been checked over. He had written: "Khandi, so khute."
 
I am so very sorry for your loss. When I was growing up I was deathly afraid of dogs. I didn't want my children to have the same fear so I got a Springer Spaniel. We all fell in love instantly. We had him 8yrs and then he passed away. It was. strange because he passed away a day after my Dad died, so I know they are together in Heaven
 

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