His passing has left a huge hole in our house. We miss him every day. His brothers looked for him and morned his passing. My daughter and Husband still cry to think about him, he was a wonderful cat. He would great people at the door when they came in. He didn't care who you were he was there with a purr and a bunt.  Once we had a Military Police officer come into the house and he tried to climb up his leg to get petted, he was like that. If you didn't pay attention to him when he was there he would bunt your hand untill you held him, even if you were asleep he would  make you move your hand to give him a tummy rub, and he would kneed your hand or your arm untill he fell asleep. Petrie also had a purr that you could hear from across the room. He could also tell the time, he knew that dinner time was 8:30 every night and he would meow at the kitchen door and stare at us knowingly untill we fed him.

   The loss of Petrie has had only one good effect. after many years of thinking I was to old, or as some people say, " To soft hearted about animals" I going to become a Veterinarian. I know it will be a long road to do this, and I will be in my mid 50s when I'm done but I never want to have another litter girl to go through the greif of not knowing what happend to her wonderful cat.

  Many appologies for ratteling on like this, but after two long years, I still miss him.

  Petrie we love you.

  Navy Cats

I still grieve for Nannette, who died in 1994 at the age of 14 from renal failure, and for Hogni, who died in 2004 at the age of 18 from a combination of renal failure and a tumor in his digestive tract.  (As "wierd" as some may think this sounds, their ashes and pictures reside on my fireplace mantle.)

I salute you on your decision to become a Vetrinarian, and encourage you to complete the mission.  Your becoming a Vet will not only help other animals, but it will also be a memorial for your beloved lost one.

staffordmom