tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post6760794703139389166..comments2023-03-23T05:50:28.109-07:00Comments on Womanity: That Which AnimatesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00246745733806254170noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post-52295842315990485522008-05-25T14:10:00.000-07:002008-05-25T14:10:00.000-07:00Wow, that was quite touching. It's always sad to ...Wow, that was quite touching. It's always sad to lose something that is cherished, but it is also comforting to know that loved ones lived their lives knowing and feeling the love. Although the life force is no longer contained within the body, it remains forever present. Thank you for sharing your experience and blessings to Poopin' Genius!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post-2690361041719282242008-02-03T06:26:00.000-08:002008-02-03T06:26:00.000-08:00Too sad. :(Too sad. :(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post-5801340823557862572008-01-31T07:50:00.000-08:002008-01-31T07:50:00.000-08:00Raffie, I know you!You are the original Catwoman, ...Raffie, I know you!<BR/>You are the original Catwoman, just like Miss Womanity, the original Kutingting. Power to woman's best friend!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16576924551552507032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post-38337559590067293112008-01-31T00:01:00.000-08:002008-01-31T00:01:00.000-08:00I too am a cat lover. My two oldest cats are almos...I too am a cat lover. My two oldest cats are almost 16 and 15 years old. Ben from Albuquerque is the oldest. I took him home as a little kitty after a co-worker then at UNM Human Resources called out several times. "this is my last call...whoever wants this cat speak now or I will take it the shelter.." I took Li'l Ben home. Named him after my friend who was named Sister Benjamin when it was still fashionable to use male saint's names in the convent. She later became Sr. Janet, my former postulant director who became my dearest friend even after I had left the convent and helped me through my transition back to the real world, so to speak. Ben stayed in a vet kennel for a good month while my father and I returned to visit the Philippines, my first time since 1971. This was 1992. In Surigao, I got so bored because I could not speak the dialect. My aunt directed me to a little kitten one morning who was in a milk crate, crying out. He was so tiny, flea infested and very scrawny looking. <BR/>I found a companion!!!! I washed him up in the faucet outside, scrubbed him off good and took him everywhere I went, stashed in my pocket. Everytime I had to board a plane, I had to make sure that I carried vet papers. Surprisingly, that even in Surigao there was a vet who provided such papers. I carried him in a shoebox. Took him to Baguio to visit my friend, Sr. Esther Maria, SSPS, at the Holy Spirit Retreat House in Baguio where I stayed for a few days. Leaving Baguio was another story. The flights were cancelled due to the bad weather. I had to resort to taking the bus to Manila. Like in the movies, Sr. Esther and I knew that a cat is not allowed in the bus. She told me to cover the kitty well under my bags and make sure that it does not 'meow' or I might have to leave him outside the canyon road. Lots of prayers I prayed until we got to Manila. I stayed at my friend Mitchie's house in Quiapo. By the time it was time to leave, her husband had his driver took me to the vet in Quiapo to get him further certified for US transport. The driver's name was Raffie and that was what I named this cat. Another friend who took me back to the airport, brought me a carrier for this little guy. She, all along, shaking her head and stating that I was indeed 'nutso' with this little one. Lo, and behold at the airport the final test of nerves came when I was told at the ticket counter that it would cost $300.00 to board this little Raffie and that he would have to be quarantined in Hawaii for at least an hour. Herein, I heard similar comments from my father, "you are crazy to bing this cat when there are so many cats in the US." How could I leave such a precious little scrawny kitty at the airport where no one would take care of it? Heart sank to knee, could not do it. Thank God for credit cards..I had one!!! Hawaii was a breeze. At LAX, I was told that I needed to get him back to New Mexico via United Freight. Had to have someone drive me to other terminal to get him boarded. Another $75.00!<BR/>Again, thank God for a credit card!<BR/>As soon as we got back to NM, picked up Raffie at the other terminal and headed home. Picked up Ben at the vet. Ben looked so handsome!!! After a month at the vet, he was healthy, clean and ready to go home. Ben and Raffie became the best of friends. Leaving NM to Florida was another adventure. Loading up the car with stuff along with the two cats was like driving with children. I stopped almost every 3-4 hours along the way. I stopped at a Dominican Cloistered Monastery in Lufkin, Texas overnight. The old nuns requested a visit with the two kitties before we drove off the next morning. A good hour with them seemed like to heve been what the doctor ordered for those old nuns just took to those two kitties lovingly. Eventually found a little house across from Barry University where I was to start school for my masters in SW. The two kitties adapted to the little space and kept me company. Fast forward to now, both are getting older. Raffie is the closest to me and really, the three of us are so closely connected that we understand each other's languages.<BR/>Raffie turned out to be a Japanese bobtail breed and has the temperament of a Pinoy, 'masungit' but very loving nonetheless. I have since collected a menagerie of other cats but both Ben and Raffie are the dearest ones. Ben is holding up well. Raffie, I am beginning to notice, old age setting in, still eating but shrinking now in size. I cannot sleep without him and as soon as I call him, he comes immediately. <BR/>I have had 3 other cats die already and all were heartbreaking. If and when Raffie and Ben goes which will be inevitable someday, I certainly will be inconsolable. Ben also is very close to my soon to be 96 year old father. Wow!!! As a hospital SW, I have always maintained strength and composure in dealing with dying patients. It will not be the same for me when it is my turn.<BR/>Life long companion pets are best friends as well and their loss is just equally/relatively devastating. <BR/>So sorry for your loss with Pooping Genius.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661807825881753437.post-47937066227590322102008-01-30T19:53:00.000-08:002008-01-30T19:53:00.000-08:00Maya,Poopin' Genius sounds like quite a cat and yo...Maya,<BR/><BR/>Poopin' Genius sounds like quite a cat and your tribute was beautiful! You made me miss a cat I didn't even know. I am so glad for people and animals who love us and give us joyful memories. It is a comfort when they are gone to know that we have shared a moment in time.<BR/><BR/>Farewell Poopin.--KarenAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.com