My Wendell

I only have about a zillion photos of this guy. 

We are searching for a new four footed fluffball.

Wendell

Wendell  April 5 1996-October 25 2010

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them

I just am....forever and ever and ever.

 Wendell and his baby picture

Our 14 year old Wendell recently become ill and there was no hope for recovery. 

We had to let him go. Our home was filled with joy, amusement, and affection by the huge personality of this wonderful being.

He was the love of our lives.

Nizzy

After painting all that star fruit, I was warmed up enough to do this 6x8 painting of my cat Nizzy who passed November 1st. She was such a beauty. Her white fur just glowed in sunlight. She visits me in dreams. I'm going to do another one before I put this up for sale.

Nizzy

Nizzy October 11, 1993 - November 1, 2008

I call this blog Just Painting because it isn't meant to be a diary of my life, but here I make an exception to honor my 15 year old female cat, Nizzy, who has lived with us since she was 7 weeks old. Back then, I had called a newspaper ad for free kittens and the lady said, 'you got lucky, they were all gone but, the guy who took her also took one of her litter mates and was forced to return one." That was Nizzy. She got lucky too. I can't even tell you what fools Don and I are over these cats.

She has not been herself for a week or so and yesterday she was diagnosed with chronic renal failure kidney damage, typical in older cats. She just hit 15 on October 11th.

To make a long story short, after spending an overnight trying to force water and food on her, I knew in my heart, that I had to let her go, and I did. She passed peacefully. I had the vet come to the house. I had her in my arms, my head right against hers, and I never felt her go. I tucked her into a beautiful Oriental themed box with fleece and a beautiful pillowcase and she looked asleep. The last thing she heard was my voice. I buried her in my small backyard and when I put the sod back, My dear friend Suzie , who witnessed this with me, noticed that there was clearly a heart shape in the moss. I placed a heart shaped rock there. It went way better than I would have thought, and I am gratefully at peace with my decision. One thing we seem to all have in common is deep love for our animal friends. Thanks all, for your support. It was a long day.