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Until we meet again…



Leah
Leah
From the moment she was rescued from a construction site on 42nd Street to the day she left us some twelve years later, Leah was a gentle, beautiful soul who knew nothing but love and it showed. Though not a lap cat by any stretch of the imagination, Leah expressed her affection on her own terms. She enjoyed being petted, but not held, and loved the company of other cats, and at times dogs if they met her standards.
In addition to having an extremely independent spirit, Leah’s beauty was seen both inside and out, having a sleek long body defined by soft, tiger-striped fur and a personality so gentle that anyone who knew her cherished her company.
We were extremely fortunate to have Leah as a member of our family and she will be missed until we meet again in heaven. We will always love you little girl.

- Theresa Cummings

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Figaro
Figaro
I know that everyone claims to have the best pet—but I know that Figgie actually was the best.
God brought Figaro into my life in a kismet meeting in a rescue shelter. With her eyes glued shut from an infection, a tiny white gloved paw clamped onto me and I knew that this tiny tuxedo kitten was meant to be mine. For eleven years after that, I was Figaro’s protector, everyday grateful for her giving me that role.
Figgie was more human than feline. Whenever she would become annoyed she would huff in exasperation. She had her own seat at the dinner table, placing just the tips of her paws on top. And in bed, she had her own pillow which she slept on head first. At night, she would throw herself down in exhaustion and make sure that her body and mine were melded together.
She was the gentlest soul whose end didn’t do her justice. Kidney failure robbed her from me so fast and viciously that it still leaves me breathless. Though I miss her everyday, I was truly blessed to have had her in my life. She will always be my special girl.

- Patricia Ferraiuolo

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Molly
Molly
Seven days ago on May 5, 2011 we celebrated my baby Mollys birthday. I even called the holiday Cinco De Molly, as for me, it was a celebration of Molly. She was doing great. She had her princess play hut she loved, she followed me around as she always did.... she was my heart. I bottle fed her (meaning she had no cat mommy) so she always thought she was human. She was a bit indignant if you tried to treat her like a cat. She simply did not understand. She was treated like the gift she was to me.
With all of this, never did I think eight days later I would be burying her body.
Yesterday, I got news that she had fluid in her lungs caused by a silent heart condition. Molly was 11.
She had a blessed Life. But it was far from long enough.

- Lisa Alexander

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Bandit
Bandit
Rescued by my brother from an abusive owner, Bandit, as his name suggests, came into my home and stole my heart. Though his veterinarian did not expect him to live long due to his prior abuse, I refused to give up on him and rehabilitated him. In return Bandit gifted me with his love, loyalty and respect.
In time Bandit proved to like clothing and I, having studied fashion in my past, dusted off my sewing machine and made his first costume as Elvis the King, which resulted in him winning his first Halloween competition, landing a book cover and winning every single competition he entered from that point on. He made me famous. He inspired my Canine Couture designing and Bandit Rubio designs was born.
He came to us a beaten spiritless bit of a dog and he went on to become the champion for Rescues, Chihuahuas, Small dogs of many breeds and countless other causes. Bandit was very instrumental in raising funds for other dogs less fortunate living in shelters and even delivered year-supplies of dog food which he won in competitions not once but twice to his friends awaiting adoption.
From the first day we met I had made him a promise that he would endure no more pain and that he would live like a king. As a king he lived and as a king he died . The pain of losing him seems more than I can endure and I miss him more than I can say.
Bandit gave us 8 years of love and joy and should have lived at the very least another 5. He touched more people around the world than we ever knew until news spread of his passing. Bandit died looking into my eyes after flashing me one of his smiles he took a deep breath and upon releasing so went the life from his body.
I know that our little hero looks down upon us wagging his tail and puffing out his chest in great pride but most importantly with unconditional love for all who he encountered especially for his dads Anthony and Rob.
This is not farewell my little companion but an “Until next we meet again.” You will remain in our hearts for eternity and I personally want to thank you for changing and improving my life.

- Anthony Rubio

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Boyfriend
Boyfriend
For more than twelve years, Boyfriend was my constant companion, my best buddy, my anchor. I fell in love with him the minute our eyes met at the Southold Town shelter, and that love grew deeper and stronger as the years passed. He loved his long walks…we must have walked a million miles together over the years – on Long Island, in New York City…Montreal, Maine, Vermont, Massachusettes, Virginia. With his big, black Beagle nose to the ground, Bo took me places I’d never have gone without him.
He gave me so much to love: those sweet, dark almond eyes…the gentle, unassuming way he’d greet you…the pure joy he expressed in everything he did…his playful exuberance, rolling in the grass, sniffing out treasures on the street, or getting belly rubs…his courage and love of life, even when his health was failing.
We said goodbye on July 30, in Bo ‘s 17th year. I believe he had a good life. He certainly enriched mine, and made me a better person. Bo was the best.

- Steve Gruber

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Misty
Misty
This morning, I opened my eyes and remembered that Misty is gone. She passed from this life on Feb. 24. Although I had only had Misty since April 2010 (I adopted Misty, a senior cat, when her owner died), I felt as though she and I had known each other for a lifetime.
There is nothing about Misty that I don’t miss, nothing I would have changed. I see her pink nose and lips. I can hear her deep, throaty meow. I remember the way she would “groom” me awake in the mornings. How she’d come to greet me at the door.
I fell back asleep and I dreamed that Misty materialized for me. I was able to pet her and have her physical being near me for a few minutes more. Then she left and I opened my eyes, and the tears fell warmly down my cheeks again.
The thing is that we all want one more day to be with everyone who passes from our lives, just one more day, but even if we are granted one more day, we will want one more day after that. Is it ever enough time? Misty tells me that it is.

- Eileen Garfinkel

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Angelique
Angelique
Used for breeding at a young age, Angelique was left to die in a Philadelphia street six years ago after being hit in the head with a nail-ridden two-by-four. The Pit Bull pup suffered a lifetime of abuse at an early age according to her adoptive mother, Mighty Mutt’s Executive Director Michelle Marlowe, who added that Angelique discarded after she was apparently no longer able to breed.
Ironically, it was this final act of cruelty that would give Angelique a chance to live like few dogs from the street ever are. After being saved from the gutter by a veteran Philadelphia animal rescuer, Angelique found her way to New York City and into the arms of Marlowe.
Over the next six year, Angelique would enjoy the dog-friendly streets of Tribeca and in the process gain a best friend for life.
“She was the love of my life, she was truly my angel,” said Marlowe, who would refer to her scar as a “Beauty mark.”
“Angelique became an ambassador for the Pit Bull breed. She often converted people with children, the elderly or those who had been bitten by dogs into understanding the true loving nature of Pit Bulls.”
On Oct. 6, 2010, Angelique passed away from a severe brain tumor.

- Michael D. Mullins

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Angel
Angel
While mourning the loss of his beloved daughter Maria in September of 2002, Brooklyn native Frank Smeragliuolo opened up his home and his heart to a mysterious white cat that entered his life shortly after his daughter’s passing.
Though never an animal lover, Frank’s daughter Maria was devoted to rescuing and saving homeless and abandoned cats in Brooklyn. In light of this, Frank, who felt an immediate connection with white cat, decided to keep him and name him Angel.
“There is no doubt in my mind that he was sent to me by my daughter,” said Frank.
Over the next eight years, Frank and Angel grew extremely close and in the process, the slender white cat would alter Frank’s view on animals. Frank is now the proud owner of four owner of four cats, all whom were either rescued or given to him by others who couldn’t keep them.
Despite taking Frank’s determination to keep Angel alive with bi-weekly visits to the vet office, Angel, who had been suffering from kidney failure, died on Sept. 3, 2010.
“No human has done for me what this cat has done for me,” said Frank in an interview prior to Angel’s passing. “He has helped me so very, very much. He has comforted me, he has stayed with me. He is blessed and I am blessed to have him.”

- Michael D. Mullins