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To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 2:28:11 PM
From: freeus	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Pretty cat. Did you get another so cabby would have company? I have lost all my cats to coyotes. Next time I get cats I will have them declawed and keep them inside. Do you have any suggestions on particularly pleasant natured, friendly breeds? Freeus

To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 2:32:12 PM
From: horsegirl48	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

As I sit on my chair typing I always have my beloved cat Penny Rose sitting on my Lap. She is the best secretary anybody could ever ask for. She is a oriental shorthair. My heart goes out to you. Animals are life's joy. I don't think many of us on this thread think any other way. I will say a prayer for Nusto and hopefully he is up in cat heaven playing with my beloved Cosmo maybe they are even grooming each other. HG48

To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 2:59:15 PM
From: im a survivor	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

<<Thread, well, at 7:15 am Saturday it will have been a year since we lost Nusto, our eldest cat. I was saying to my wife a couple of weeks ago that it was the first time my heart ever broke. She was a very special cat, and we still miss her and think of her every day, but with the passing of time the thought of her more often brings a smile to my face than glassy eyes. I know there are some who will think "but its just a cat," but she was much more than that to us -- so difficult to explain.>> Nope, not difficult to explain at all. I lost my cat, skittles of 14 years right about the time the market started it's downfall in the spring. I have not yet reached your point of thoughts bringing a smile, rather then glassy eye's. In fact, as I type and think of skittles, tears are starting to form. I am a 36 year old male, and not ashamed at all about being emotional.....skittles was not "just a cat"...and any true pet lover knows where you and I are coming from. Keith@sayingaprayer.com

To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 3:08:29 PM
From: Voltaire	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Hi INTCfan, will be thinking of you, "There's an open gate at the end of the Road Through which each must go alone, And there, in a light we cannot see, Our Father claims His own . . ." v

To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 3:51:32 PM
From: cowgirl-ona-1eyed-horse	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Knowing how you feel, my thoughts are with you. Thanks for sharing the pics of nutso with us again... Judith

To: Ex-INTCfan who wrote (9004)	10/20/2000 4:00:51 PM
From: Book Bag	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

For animal lovers...... A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."