MEMORIAL

Buick left us in the beginning of 2007, less than a year after arriving from France (Far Away Frozen Lands cattery). She left us misteriously, leaving us with no clue about what happened, just a week before having her first litter. She left us missing her a lot, but at the same time happy for all she gave us during the time she decided to be with us. Wherever she is, maybe in the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, we know she is taking care of us, with that intense personality she walked in our home. We thank all messages we have received from our friends . We thank her for all, knowing that she will ever be among us. Goodbye, Buick [08-01-2006/21-02-2007]

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The Rainbow Bridge Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together... [poema enviado por Saskia, do gatil Sareks (Alemanha)]

Au revoir, Buick

Olhos de sombra,
pequenos olhos que dançam
entre manchas incontornáveis de negro.
Faróis ameaçadores,
dois buracos no breu,
por onde chega a luz.
Através desses olhos,
pantera,
desses óculos para ver a verdade
que tu estendes até mim;
nesse abraço longo,
doce e sufocante,
eu posso chorar.
Como se uma lágrima a cair
pudesse tornar mais firme o reflexo,
como se uma lágrima a tornar-se lago
pudesse quebrar o feitiço,
como se eu pudesse nunca mais ser eu
e o mundo virasse do avesso
para te ter aqui.

Até sempre, Buick

[poem written by Luís Mateus]

Etosha [4-4-2008/15-04-2008]

You are a breeder in the good and bad days. In the good days, we like to share our experience with all that visit us phisically and virtually. In the bad days, we want all to remember how life is far from being perfect. It helps us also to get through that particular moment.

Today is a bad day. We lost one of our babies, Etosha. She had her last breath when I was driving her to her third vet visit in only four days. I took her in my left hand, near my chest while I drove with the other. She arrived there with no pulse, as I feared from the start. I've tried to reanimate her, scrubing gently her heart, driving in a high gear, but I think that was only by despair, there was nothing I could do.

Etosha started with diarrhea at the end of last week and lost 10 grams. I took her to the vet on Friday and he treated the mother, who was having semisolid feces. He thought that was the cause. But she lost even more weight, and saturday we took there all litter again. She was finally medicated, mas one of the antibiotics took 48 hours to work. Today she had already solid feces but was to weak to react. I'm sure if this would have happened in about two weeks or if she should have been medicated from the start Etosha would still be with us. No one knows the cause. It could be a parasite, mother's milk, a bad stomach...

We had no time to discuss it but probably if she had recovered we would keep her with us. We had already a special bound with her and it would be very hard to see her leave. There were too many sleeping hours, worries, phone calls, feeding milk and soro by seringe, changing the hot water recipient to keep her warm at night. People don't know this other side of breeding. We know what happened always happen at least one time in the life of a breeder, and that we must be ready for all of this, but for us is a very sad day.

Adieu, Etosha!

[Luís, 15-4-2008]