Our sweet boy, Lou (aka Lou Bear), was the joy of our lives. We adopted him, a magnificent senior cat, from a shelter in San Antonio back in 2011. He sealed the deal at the shelter when he sprang up on a table near me and put his paw on my heart. My husband and I were gifted 8 years with him, until he crossed the rainbow bridge at 17 years old.
Lou was the best big brother to his sisters— Lucy, who we adopted as a kitten, and Lonni Marie, our literal scaredy cat. To Lucy, he was a warm pillow to rest her head on; to Lonni, he was a confidence boost and a refuge from naughty Lucy’s antics.
Lou was also well traveled, having taken 2 cross country trips with us as we relocated for work. He had a warm, gentle demeanor about him— to be near him was to be in an omnipotent hug; he always received rave reviews at the vet for his good behavior. Lou loved laying in the sun, his banana and cigar catnip toys, his arched cat scratcher, laying in fresh laundry, chin scritchels, cat treats, catnip, swatting at shoe laces, and to be loved on and brushed by Mom or Dad. He loved putting on his red plaid cat vest to go on walks outside, where he would enjoy a buffet of grass. Most of all, he loved the warmth of sitting in someone’s lap.
There are no words to describe how much he changed our lives the past 8 years; no words to describe our adoration for this most handsome boy, our Lou Bear. There are no words to capture the unfathomable, unfathomable abyss he left in a world without him.
He was our love, our light. Lou put his paw on my heart at the shelter in San Antonio back in 2011. It’s still there.
She gave my family so much joy, and she was my first pet. I was blessed to have her for the time that I did. I had her since she was 7 weeks old and she gave us 16 years of laughs, love, and now tears. But I know in my heart she is not suffering anymore and I would not have it any other way. She will forever be missed.
Bonnie loved sleeping in, wrestling with her brother Clyde, chewing on leather goods (purse straps were her favorite), salmon treats and chasing off squirrels in the backyard. Bonnie hated collars, vets, motorcycles, kids on bicycles, snow, car rides, animals in her backyard, people she didn’t know trying to pet her, dog parks … she was little, but overflowing with spunk and personality! She was adored and will be forever missed!