Farewell to a Feline Friend


Tonight, shortly after 10 p.m. Central Standard Time, our beloved Puddie passed away. We were at her side.

We had kept vigil over her for those last few hours, cradling her in our arms, stroking her as she lay on the bed between us. We knew the end was coming. It was just a matter of time.

We cried. We talked. We remembered the good times. We cried some more.

I told her how many people had sent good wishes and prayed for her, how she was a celebrity in her own right and would never be forgotten by those who loved her fictional adventures.

I assured her that she would live on in our hearts. Thoughts of her exquisitely smooth purr, ever-expressive and elegant plume-like tail and those beautiful green eyes Scarlett O’Hara would have envied, would make us smile.


Proud and sometimes a bit humorless, wonderful to cuddle with on cold days and particularly enamored of the left-over dregs of Blue Bell ice cream. And only Blue Bell. Store brand? Forget about it. Only the best for our Puddin’.

Always trying to stuff herself inside boxes a little too small for her, like a vain woman who tries to wear a dress at least one size too little. Taking helium balloons for a walk around the house by catching the ribbons between her teeth.   Thumper’s cuddle buddy and grooming partner.

Never a sweet cat like our Callie, but very endearing in her own diva-like way. We loved her. We will miss her.

Tomorrow, we will bury her earthly remains in the shade of the big pecan tree, to join our beloved Lucky, Scooter, Mary Ann and Ginger.

The happy news is this. Guy, Lucas and Porter have officially welcomed her into the fold. Puddin’  has been Loved into Being.

Harry, remember that a good book and a purring Puddie can be grand companions on a chilly winter’s day.

Guy, save her a little Blue Bell, won’t you? She’d like that. I’ve spoiled you, now you can spoil her, just a bit.

Farewell, my dear old feline friend.

About fedoralady

I'm an LA native--Lower Alabama, that is. My husband of more than 30 years and I live here on a portion of my family's former farm with two gorgeous calicos and a handsome GSD mix. My background is art education, and over the years I've been a teacher, department store photographer, sales associate and a journalist. My husband, his business partner and I have Pecan Ridge Productions, a video production company, for which I shoot & edit video and stills and manage marketing. I also still write part-time for the local paper. I love movies, music, art, photography and books, and my tastes in all of them are eclectic.

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  1. Oh Angie. How sad for you and Benny. Pets are family and their deaths affect us in much the same way. At least you were with her to the end. Love and hugs.

    • Yes, she was family and it’s hard letting go. Although she seemed to be doing a little better earlier in the day, we both had this curious sense of foreboding that she wouldn’t be with us much longer. I am just so glad she didn’t die alone, that we were right there by her side.

  2. Love and hugs from me too.

    On the brighter side, Barbarossa has already met her and is very pleased to have such a majestic companion 😀

    • Thank you, Nietzsche. I told her she would be at her beautiful best once again when she left that troublesome old body behind–lush of fur, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 😀 I am certain she will enjoy Barbarossa’s company.

  3. I had tears in my eyes reading this post… Please accept my deepest condolences. May Puddie have lots of fun with Nietzsche’s Barbarossa on the fields of So Not Dead-land! Thinking of you and Benny!!! Stay strong, my dear.

    • Thanks, Judit. I’ve been crying so much I am surprised my eyes aren’t swollen shut. And when Benny cries, oh, oh, does it get to me. I hope she is having a wonderful time and I am truly glad she is not in any pain anymore. Just gonna miss her, my funny old Puddie Cat.

  4. Much love and hugs Angie. In my family we had three dogs and all have passed on. Pets do become like family. I will always remember Buddy, Jasmine and Quiche.

    Puddie is now resting and knowing that she had a good loving home while she was here.

    • Thanks, Xenia. I think I’ve lost count of how many dogs and cats we’ve lost over the years, between accidents, illness and old age. Since we don’t have kids, I guess we have a particularly strong bond with our pets. We have tried to give them all a happy home in which they know they are loved.

  5. That is sad news, Angie. Being a bit teary-eyed myself now. But Puddie’s farewell sounds warm-hearted and sheltered between the two of you. Love and hugs……

    • Ever since losing my mom, I particularly can’t abide the thought of someone I love–animal or human–to die alone. My sisters and my husband were with me with Mom, and so I was glad, at the very least, to be at Puddie’s side. When we talked to her, she seemed to react to our voices. I hope it helped.

  6. I’m so sorry to hear that. Hold on to each other and remember all of the smiles and love you’ve shared with Puddie over the years. She was very lucky to have lived with your loving family. Hugs from me and a lick from my Buddy.

  7. *tears* *hugs*

    She’s in that special place now … where nothing hurts, her favorite things are all around her, and those that have gone before have welcomed her “home.”

    And she has three very special men keeping her company and treating her like the royalty she is.

    Hubby and I send our deepest sympathy. Little Scratch sends a purr and a head rub.

    • Hello, little Scratch. My Callie sends her greetings. She has been my constant little companion this week, and she has ben a blessing. I am glad, so glad to know Puddie is out of pain and distress. That thought is a comfort.

  8. Oh Angie how sad I’m so sorry to hear this. Being the owner of a Golden Retreiver called Daisy having lost my other retreiver Alfie I know what your going through. Love & hugs to you and your family. R.I.P. Puddie

  9. Hugs from me too Angie. Our pets come into our lives, become part of our family, curl up on our laps and in our hearts. Sadly we have to cope with their physical loss on their death but they stay forever in our hearts.

  10. So sorry to hear of your loss of your dear cat, Puddie. A big heart like yours does make one vulnerable. May you and Bennie soon find your lives filled with other loves. Thanks for all the love of many kinds that you spread.

    • Thank you, Lynne. I fear I am too tender-hearted at times, but it’s rather difficult to change at this advanced age. I am sure in time we will have more furry companions with whom we shall share our lives. In the meantime, Rascal, Elvis, Callie and Thumper will be much appreciated.

  11. So sorry about this, Angie. I’m sure it was helpful to her, being at her side. Hugs to you and Benny and the rest of your four-legged family who will be missing dear Puddie.

    • I hope so. She seemed to be aware we were there, she would lift her tail or raise her head a little in response to us. And when I held her, it did seem to calm her. Poor old Thumpie has lost her buddy. We used to call them Frick and Frack. 😉

  12. I’m so sorry. Sincere condolences, my dear. I’m glad that you and Benny were there for her at the end. I’m sure she’ll get a great welcome from those who have gone before, and the SND lads shall spoil her rotten. Wishing you solace and peace, passing the handkerchief–

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