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We can thank our lucky stars when once in a blue moon we find rare and kindred souls along the pathway of our lives.Laurel Burch


This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Woody, born on August 28, 1997 and passed away on February 5, 2008. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.

I was born August 28, 1997 in an old tire at a local lumber yard. How appropriate that I should be named Woody. The day that I opened my eyes for the 1st time was the day that my Momma packed up everyone but me and moved. Tom the yard man frantically searched for someone to take me home. Towards the end of the day, a lady drove back in her Dad's old truck. Tom told her my sad little story & she did agree to at least look at me.As I heard them round the corner of the shed, I managed the biggest mew I could. The lady exclaimed, OH MY GOSH ITS LITTLE EARS AREN'T EVEN OPENED! As this lady picked me up, I purred in a way that would melt anyone's heart. So at one week old and not a tooth in my head, off I went with this lady in her Dad's old truck. This was the beginning of my wonderful life.

I met the other 2 cats in the house that same day. Sammy didn't seem to mind having me around but Henry & I would often have issues. They were 7 & 3 years old at the time. Being raised by my 2 legged Mom was a challenge for both of us. She solved the frequent bottle feedings by taking me to work with her. I became people friendly & liked most everyone I met. I must admit that I learned more from the people in my life. They thought it was so cute how I would walk across the floor on the pound purry or how I would leap into the air to catch my purry baby. That gave me the nickname of Mommy. This didn't offend my male ego, but made me realize how special I had become. I was "Precious Baby" to be exact.

I learned that water is best when fresh with 2 ice cubes, Christmas trees aren't meant to be climbed or jumped on because they will break in half, sleeping under the blanket & reading the paper in front of the t.v. with Daddy is normal. Tuna can be eaten by people but save the juice for me!! Even though we each had our own, Sam, Henry & I would race to see who could finish their tuna juice 1st. I always won. After studying the habits of squirrels, I learned how to dig furiously for no reason & to sit up. I would sit up to greet my companions, especially Andy. (He called me Buddy.) My favorite response was "Whaaat???" not the ordinary meow as one would think.

As I got older, I grew bigger & a little heavier. My hair wasn't soft & silky but felt & looked like cotton. I left fuzz buttons everywhere. I was given an Indian name of "Little Bear."  Momma just had to dress me as a costume cutie on Halloween. I got kinda tired of greeting all those kids at the door, asking, "Can I pet your Kitty?"

It's been said that animals have no souls or feelings but I was living proof that's not true. I left this world into the next with the love you have for me in my heart. Had I not spent my life indoors, I would have never lived as long as I did. Oh, now, don't get me wrong, I did enjoy being taken outdoors, tasting the blades of grass, watching and sniffing at a gentle breeze.

That's where you'll find me.....

 

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