as long as you remember me, I will be with you forever, until I|
hold your hand, dream of me, I am here... Until you come home, always.
God bless you ZAZ
"KING OF SIAM"
Zazie Pierre has died today. he died at the vet tranquilized in a pink towel in
I always thought he'd live forever and that he will in my heart. He was born on the Bowery in NYC, I decided to get a cat when My boyfriend left me. I decided I'll be a crazy cat lady. He lived in a crazy place filled with Siamese. It was like a scene from Tomisina. He was a runt being beat up by larger males. I took him home and he screamed behind the stove for 2 months. it was crazy. 17 years later we slept every night together , he in my arms or by my side.in his final 2 days he climbed into bed with me as always. After 1 year we got another kitty Geraldine who was his sister from a different litter, also a runt Geraldine. They where the best of friends and Geri has never been with out her brother more than a week because he had hypurrcat radiation treatment for thyroid. 2 bookends is what my husband called them and that they where.
it has been 2 weeks and 3 days since Zazie transitioned. It has been hard on us without him. I remembered a story my friend Neil told me. He is a photographer and he was shooting in the amazon. I hadnt heard from him in awhile and one day he called me. he said he was deep in the jungle and he met a witch or lets say tribal witch in his journeys . she made a native bark drink and she drank it with the people of the tribe, suddenly she turned to neil and said youre a very lucky man you have a female friend in NY who has 2 magic black leopards in her home. He said he instantly thought of Zazie and Geraldie. A few days later I went to the Bronx Zoo and veiwed the black leopards i their habitat. I saw Zazie and Geri. My cats where magical and are. I look in the shadows and my dreams for Zazie. some people have visitations and sightings, I'm waiting
This is the ballad of Zaz and Geri ,2 black cats born on the Bowery .
There is a magic door, Bleeker number nine where Basset came to bless this place
21 days since Zazie passed . Zaz you are loved, missed and we look for you in the shadows.
darling zazie everyday I look for you, i see you everywhere and I miss you terribly. you are loved
on the 1 yr anniversary of your transition:
My luxurious cat, your eyes are of steel and topaz like that of lovers
For the electric touch of your body, not even the rain has such fine hands.
zazie , I had a dream and I found four black kittens , magic Siamese and in the dream I said to my husband , " it's him , it's zaz. I wait for that moment kim sheridan believe's in animal reincarnation , I'm waitng and if not, I will see you when I come home. you are the love of my life. I have never felt such a connection with any living being , and I will always hold you near. 9/19/12
I don't have to close the bedroom doors, no longer worried your nails will wreak havoc on the rugs.
I am cleaning up the last kernel of your Lord forsaken litter, a battle that I waged for years, that I have finally won. A pyrrhic victory.
I am picking off fur from my sweater without my usual grumbling. The fur will appear less and less now, the couch clean, no tufts of orange and white randomly floating through the air.
There's no more food to order for you. No more subcutaneous fluids to stave off kidney failure. No more thyroid medication. No heartburn relief pills.
We fought for you as hard as you fought for yourself. No, you fought even harder. You loved your life with a passion experienced by few, as simple and serene as it was.
I am taking your fleece blanket out of the dryer. Your urine stains now replaced by my salty tears.
You were just a cat. A 4-year-old flunky mouser who wound up at a shelter. At your best--16 pounds of pomp and circumstance and brilliance and at your worst -- a shrunken shell of what was, desperately clinging to life despite the pain.
I haven't told the kids yet, just saying you're at the doctor when they asked me where you are. The little one calls to you in her small voice, then says "maybe he's in his room and you forgot," she says. No, dearest, I haven't forgotten where he is. When I close my eyes, I see you on the cold steel table, now lifeless, yet still filled with your impenetrable dignity although your eyes are now sunken and still.
I am packing up your brush, the same brush we bought when we started together, 13 years ago. When I groomed you the first time, you meowed and yawned at the same time, rolling onto your back, bored and happy, then gently nipped my hand to remind me who was in charge, a devilish glint in your eyes. When I brushed you this last time, you barely moved your head, so I stopped, not wanting to cause you more pain.
Your fur wasn't always urine soaked. Your smell wasn't always unbearable. That was only recently, after the cancer in your bladder had obstructed your ability to urinate, after the kidney failure had taken over. Before that you were impeccable. Meticulously grooming until your fur shone.
I still hear your cry--strong and plaintive, demanding, not the crusty, faltering mew you have been able to muster recently.
It is hard to be in this house without you. My stomach feels void when I realize that the small crackle I hear is not your footsteps coming upstairs to say goodnight to the kids. I stop myself when I enter the house, almost hearing my voice greet you hello, as I have for the last 13 years. You're not here to answer or come over. You'll never be here again.
I see a ghost of you on the couch waiting for me to sit down at night. I am trying to decide what's more devastating--reliving your death every moment I re-realize you're not here, or knowing that I will get used to your absence.
You were just a cat. You were mine. And I miss you so. My dear, dear friend.
You were my best friend, many times my sole ally, and you trusted me with your life. I hope it was a good one
Oh Señor Don Gato was a cat,
How he adored the lady cat, (alternate line: "I adore you," wrote the lady cat.)
Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily,
Well the doctors all came on the run,
But in spite of everything they tried,
As the funeral passed the market square,
(optional refrain: For he had nine lives, Don Gato.)
Dear Lord, please open your gates
Zazie Pierre Xmas came and went. Geraldine might be joining you in a few years. We are going to try and keep her here. I know she misses you and she really took good care of the kittens despite her age and her illness. They almost killed her with a cold. She has Babette as company and I know she longs for her brother,lover,friend. She has never forgotten you. I think of you daily and I pray you help her cross . Her transition will be peaceful knowing you are awaiting her. I love you, son. Happy New Year ! also good news the pope said animals have souls ! we always knew that. I blessed you posthumously so we can all be together.
"I have felt perpetual gratitude to heaven for having given me, in you, a source of so much pure and unmixed happiness."
Thomas Jefferson it's spring ! we miss you, I miss you Zaz my love!
darling Zaz, your sister Geraldine will be 20 or 21 in sept. we are using your death as her b-day. she has cdk and will be with you shortly. Geraldine loved you and grieved for you so much- please help her transition. I love you.
Merry Christmas my boy! Geraldine is still here! She will join you someday. Happy new year!
dad said this about you
Chris"when I first met Zaz he was a fop and a mommas boy. We had many confrontations. He threw up in my shoe, he ripped up my suits. We didn't get along for many years. dont forget I hit him in the head with a shoe. He wasn't going to destroy my life, jackass. We hated each other. he was a jealous mommas boy. He struck out violently against me. Then a few years went by -- we coexisted. We tolerated each other. The mother liked us both and played us both as saps- then one day. Zaz became ill. Reluctantly I took him to the vet with the mother several times. The mother happened to be very busy in her photo business and I became the key person to take my -- not best friend to the vet. My love and respect for my wife and her love of Zaz I pulled through these many visits to the vet. The visits where uncomfortable and expensive while my wife was working. After many procedures Zaz came home a broken figure of a cat- in pain , weak and leg hurting and no longer the cat that he was. We observed Zaz where Zaz made a transformation from fop cat to hero cat a dandy cat to a hero. Instead of a cat wanting love and comfort Zaz preformed non selfish, heroic movements of his body and mind with great dignitiy to continue his healing process, the famous moment with the bad leg , sick to his stomach and head -- limped over- it seemed like miles to a litter box in another room --when he bravely dragged himself back
I still love you everyday. HappyNew Year with Geraldine
well, Zaz I hope you're with Geraldine she loved you so. it been a year since she died. I know she's young and sleek sleeping with you. she suffered after you died. Please Zaz love her with all your heart for us. her end was not easy. I also feel guilty about her death and about giving you so many temptations. I loved you so much my darling . dad does too. know youre both loved.
well another year has pssed my dearest and you are #1 son. I saw Alice and Tuffy. She showed me pictures of your mom. I want you to know you'll always be #1 son. Toulouse is a good boy ND HE'S NOT A MAGIC BLACK CAT. YOU ARE I hope you are with Geraldine, she loved you so. She tolerated the kittens and Im glad you are together. Mom loves you- always