Rainbow Bridge Memorial Wall.....
To commemorate all the cats, both resident and re-homed, who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Should you wish to honour your cat, please contact us with a short obituary and photo.
Should you wish to honour your cat, please contact us with a short obituary and photo.
Roger
left us 22 May 2020, high noon.
So much missed
He will not miss us. He gave so much. So much affection, so much patience. Quietly, persistently hoping for a home. Always on best behaviour, intelligent and beautiful.
Always attentive and visibly grateful for the slightest attention.
His illness which first showed itself in February magnified everything:
Roger's generosity. patience, co operation, gratitude, and courage grew beyond belief.
He personified hope and persistence, conquering pancreatitis, a deep, devastating cough and ulcers on his tongue which made cleaning and eating equally painful.
Only when his kidneys failed, Roger realized that we had lost our battle and that this life was no longer worth fighting for.
Impatient to leave he craved to go out and for a last time lay in the midday sun, surrounded by sleeping Cats, shaded by lush, green trees. A beautiful hot day with an intensly blue sky beckoning. He gathered just enough strength for the final wrench. After a seemingly interminable battle, Roger's departure from this earth was short and violent.
He will be there now. With his kindred spirits. Love and light personified.
Always attentive and visibly grateful for the slightest attention.
His illness which first showed itself in February magnified everything:
Roger's generosity. patience, co operation, gratitude, and courage grew beyond belief.
He personified hope and persistence, conquering pancreatitis, a deep, devastating cough and ulcers on his tongue which made cleaning and eating equally painful.
Only when his kidneys failed, Roger realized that we had lost our battle and that this life was no longer worth fighting for.
Impatient to leave he craved to go out and for a last time lay in the midday sun, surrounded by sleeping Cats, shaded by lush, green trees. A beautiful hot day with an intensly blue sky beckoning. He gathered just enough strength for the final wrench. After a seemingly interminable battle, Roger's departure from this earth was short and violent.
He will be there now. With his kindred spirits. Love and light personified.
Nina
departed 12th May 2020
Nina arrived from the Freeport covered in oil, a slimey, black, helpless kitten, doomed. When she was cleaned white, dry and named, her Sanctuary life began. Nina grew into a strong and well socialised Cat, charmingly naughty with an immense and friendly presence, gracefully barging in wherever affection or food were available.
Nina made everybody laugh or at least smile.
She loved the sun. Too much, as white Cats are its obvious target. The tiniest of specs developed on Nina's face. Skin cancer. She underwent an operation, but the cancer came back.
During her last days, resting in her basket blind and disorientated, she still cleaned herself religiously. Nina entered heaven as a queen, spotless, pure and perfectly serene.
22 May 2020: Nina's legacy was fulfilled. Tiflu, who mirrors her markings, was homed. His skin is protected. Nina will happily watch his progress from above.
Nina made everybody laugh or at least smile.
She loved the sun. Too much, as white Cats are its obvious target. The tiniest of specs developed on Nina's face. Skin cancer. She underwent an operation, but the cancer came back.
During her last days, resting in her basket blind and disorientated, she still cleaned herself religiously. Nina entered heaven as a queen, spotless, pure and perfectly serene.
22 May 2020: Nina's legacy was fulfilled. Tiflu, who mirrors her markings, was homed. His skin is protected. Nina will happily watch his progress from above.
Nimbus
left us on 15th March 2020
.His beauty was unmatched. After a devastating, rapidly progressing illness (cancer?), his early death came as a shock to carers. Nimbus was so young 💔, his development so promising and he so special to us! ☁️ We know that every time a cumulo nimbus cloud shows itself in the sky, Nimbus is watching over us and his many friends.
Floyd aka Mr Darcy
left us on 24th February 2020
Indeed he had no improper pride! In his best days he was a smooth, tall and dark stunner a beautifully groomed, irresistable charmer; later in life a silvergrey wolf, slightly shaggy, but moving with grace, speed and elegance. He was a loyal, courteous and clever Cat, a very sensitive Cat and a Cat who enjoyed human company. His knowledge of the human mind and his never failing capacity to hope made Sanctuary life pleasant. Floyd enjoyed status and popularity.
Only an exeptional Cat like him could have coped so courageously with 2 great tragedies in his life: he never found his human match to take him HOME, but instead was attacked by cancer and protracted illness .
Whether a happy homing of a complex and highly sensitive tom could have changed his fate we will never know. Will we forget his burning eyes, his calls from his cage, his so obvious delight and gratitude when his wish for even more food or free movement was granted?
He is free now, free from pain, free to move and free to feast.
And he is finally at home, happy and hopeful for ever.
Only an exeptional Cat like him could have coped so courageously with 2 great tragedies in his life: he never found his human match to take him HOME, but instead was attacked by cancer and protracted illness .
Whether a happy homing of a complex and highly sensitive tom could have changed his fate we will never know. Will we forget his burning eyes, his calls from his cage, his so obvious delight and gratitude when his wish for even more food or free movement was granted?
He is free now, free from pain, free to move and free to feast.
And he is finally at home, happy and hopeful for ever.
Johann
Left us, 16th Febraury 2020
Johann marched on. Fearlessly following the light.
True to his name he was a soldier, courageous, disciplined and determined. Johann did not know any fear and never ever did any Cat manage to stare him down. That he was old and his immune system threatened by FIV did not daunt his love of life, nor his curiosity. The neat, muscular tom explored and covered miles in the sanctuary. With increasing frailty he took to prolonged snoozes in the sun. So it was fitting that he took his leave on a beautiful afternoon in his sun drenched hospital cage.
He had been fighting right to the end, but then decided to explore the next world.
Johann's departure was peaceful.
He had loved vigorously with his strong, strong heart and he had received SO much love in return. From so many, carers and Cats!!! It had pleased him no end that in his last month he too had attached a sponsor to the Sanctuary. He always had been a force to be reckoned with and right to the end remained a match for ANY other younger or prettier Cat.
Johann will have arrived by now. Saluting the light. Strong, fit and young again!!!
True to his name he was a soldier, courageous, disciplined and determined. Johann did not know any fear and never ever did any Cat manage to stare him down. That he was old and his immune system threatened by FIV did not daunt his love of life, nor his curiosity. The neat, muscular tom explored and covered miles in the sanctuary. With increasing frailty he took to prolonged snoozes in the sun. So it was fitting that he took his leave on a beautiful afternoon in his sun drenched hospital cage.
He had been fighting right to the end, but then decided to explore the next world.
Johann's departure was peaceful.
He had loved vigorously with his strong, strong heart and he had received SO much love in return. From so many, carers and Cats!!! It had pleased him no end that in his last month he too had attached a sponsor to the Sanctuary. He always had been a force to be reckoned with and right to the end remained a match for ANY other younger or prettier Cat.
Johann will have arrived by now. Saluting the light. Strong, fit and young again!!!
Damian
Left us, 5th February 2020
A Cat is a Cat is a Cat........(?)
From the moment I met Damian, he had a very special presence. He was always watching, always observing and always understanding. He had such a specific meow which I could recognise from across the room. It either meant he was hungry and wanted his 3rd dinner (!!!) or he wanted to be cuddled. He would always communicate his needs so clearly. If he wanted a cuddle he would stick his paw through the cage and try to grab your arm. He craved love so much, and would purr applause when he received it. Unfortunately I did not get to know him for as long as I wouldve wanted, but I am glad he had enough time with us to have a name, to be understood and to be loved
Ta-Xbiex
Left us, 5th February 2020
Looking at us: Ta-Xbiex with best friend Tiflu
Flecked with gold.Inside and out. Big, big amber eyes. Staring in fright or wonder. Invisible until you called her name. Then you would notice the eyes. Just her eyes. Looking at you!
Though a ravenous eater she remained shy all her life. She was a minx, a pixie, an elf.
And, despite, or because of her fear, Ta-Xbiex was so much loved. By Carers and by Cats.
Ta-Xbiex had true feline friends with whom she used to cuddle up at night or play exuberantly after the carers left. Tiflu was her oldest playmate, but by no means the only one!
After her short, violent illness and the second vet visit Ta-Xbiex rested calmly and then left peacefully, from one minute to the next.
She went as quietly and invisibly as she had lived for us.
Typically Ta-Xbiex did not embark on the journey alone. Damian, one of her many friends, joined her within the hour.
And they are together now, where there is no pain.
Cuddling up or playing as only Ta-Xbiex could play: Obliviously.
Though a ravenous eater she remained shy all her life. She was a minx, a pixie, an elf.
And, despite, or because of her fear, Ta-Xbiex was so much loved. By Carers and by Cats.
Ta-Xbiex had true feline friends with whom she used to cuddle up at night or play exuberantly after the carers left. Tiflu was her oldest playmate, but by no means the only one!
After her short, violent illness and the second vet visit Ta-Xbiex rested calmly and then left peacefully, from one minute to the next.
She went as quietly and invisibly as she had lived for us.
Typically Ta-Xbiex did not embark on the journey alone. Damian, one of her many friends, joined her within the hour.
And they are together now, where there is no pain.
Cuddling up or playing as only Ta-Xbiex could play: Obliviously.
Ginger, the unsolved mystery
Left us, 18th December 2019
Whenever I saw Ginger, I thought of Chikku. In my mind they are twinned like night and day. They had arrived on the same day, 2 mighty, impressive toms . Chikku came from Bormla of his own volition and free will. He was clearly hoping Sanctuary staff could somehow rid him of his terrible pain. Ginger came as a prisoner in a strong cage from the Freeport.
Whereas Chikku used all his communication skills to convey that he would NOT hurt humans, Ginger hissed, lashed out with long sharp claws and pretended to be a killer.
Chikku visibly enjoyed the comforts of sanctuary life. Friends were proudly greeted, strangers courteously avoided. Ginger was fascinated by Chikku's daring and used to stare at him in utter wonder. How could a fellow tom so fearlessly collaborate with the enemy?
As soon as his cage was opened, Ginger had gone under cover. Everything was done furtively and in hiding. Agression towards approaching humans was his way of survival.
However, Ginger never fought other Cats. Despite his size and muscular form, any kitten could shoo him away from his food. As Ginger never dared to put his head down, he was way, way down in the feeding line.
As a result, Ginger seemed forever hungry. To his great surprise carers used to leave extra food for him. They seemed to know where he was hiding and provided additional meals when the other Cats were resting. Ginger watched us constantly seemingly filled with fear and distrust. Keeping a clear exit way ALWAYS, was vital for him. Only in the most stormy of nights he would sneak into an enclosure, weather the storm and then, at the earliest opportunity, leave like lightening.
Whenever Ginger had to be caught and caged for treatment, he defended himself desperately, but he gradually learnt that he would not get hurt and would be freed again.
So his last weeks spent in a cage were calm. He was resting, eating and losing weight at a frightening rate. When the vet came to set him free, for the first time in his life he seemed not only to understand, but to believe that some humans really wanted and could help. To my utter amazement, he asquiesced, co-operated and there was no resentment. We had assured him that in heaven there is a limitless supply of cooked chicken. He will also find that there is no fear.
It is unlikely that Ginger was ever stroked or cuddled. However, he had been loved and reliably cared for by many. In leaving, Ginger found confidence and the courage to show his appreciation.
This is grace.
Whereas Chikku used all his communication skills to convey that he would NOT hurt humans, Ginger hissed, lashed out with long sharp claws and pretended to be a killer.
Chikku visibly enjoyed the comforts of sanctuary life. Friends were proudly greeted, strangers courteously avoided. Ginger was fascinated by Chikku's daring and used to stare at him in utter wonder. How could a fellow tom so fearlessly collaborate with the enemy?
As soon as his cage was opened, Ginger had gone under cover. Everything was done furtively and in hiding. Agression towards approaching humans was his way of survival.
However, Ginger never fought other Cats. Despite his size and muscular form, any kitten could shoo him away from his food. As Ginger never dared to put his head down, he was way, way down in the feeding line.
As a result, Ginger seemed forever hungry. To his great surprise carers used to leave extra food for him. They seemed to know where he was hiding and provided additional meals when the other Cats were resting. Ginger watched us constantly seemingly filled with fear and distrust. Keeping a clear exit way ALWAYS, was vital for him. Only in the most stormy of nights he would sneak into an enclosure, weather the storm and then, at the earliest opportunity, leave like lightening.
Whenever Ginger had to be caught and caged for treatment, he defended himself desperately, but he gradually learnt that he would not get hurt and would be freed again.
So his last weeks spent in a cage were calm. He was resting, eating and losing weight at a frightening rate. When the vet came to set him free, for the first time in his life he seemed not only to understand, but to believe that some humans really wanted and could help. To my utter amazement, he asquiesced, co-operated and there was no resentment. We had assured him that in heaven there is a limitless supply of cooked chicken. He will also find that there is no fear.
It is unlikely that Ginger was ever stroked or cuddled. However, he had been loved and reliably cared for by many. In leaving, Ginger found confidence and the courage to show his appreciation.
This is grace.
Queenie, towards vision and into the light
Left us, 13th September 2019
The last official photgraph taken 2 days before her departure
Friday 13 September 2019, a sad day for the parents of blind Queenie. They were helping their darling to find and cross the rainbow bridge. When Queenie started limping at the end of August, medication and the vet's efforts were to no avail. When the lower part of her body became paralyzed, the last service her parents could bestow was to help Queenie go on, towards vision and into the light. The sun was shining for the blind queen who all her life had so obviously enjoyed his rays. Equally obvious had been Queenie's appreciation of all the care and caresses she finally, finally received, right at the end of her remarkably long life. They were reliably acknowledged by her royal, grateful and sonorous purr. There is not a shadow of doubt that the lonely queen, whose blindness had for so long barred her from feline and human company, realized how much love was surrounding her during her last two years.
Her mother is writing to the Sanctuary in Queenie's south facing room, the urn with her ashes is buried in the small garden where the blind Cat, amidst flowers and bird song, used to soak up the wonderful warm sunshine.
Queenie has by now met her dearest feline friend. The tiny ginger Pupa, who was equally blind on earth, met her on the other side. No more persistrnt, ever so patient, blind and stumbling search for the beloved companion. They now can see each other! Can we imagine their joy?
Her mother is writing to the Sanctuary in Queenie's south facing room, the urn with her ashes is buried in the small garden where the blind Cat, amidst flowers and bird song, used to soak up the wonderful warm sunshine.
Queenie has by now met her dearest feline friend. The tiny ginger Pupa, who was equally blind on earth, met her on the other side. No more persistrnt, ever so patient, blind and stumbling search for the beloved companion. They now can see each other! Can we imagine their joy?
Finta Giardiniera Jasmin
Left us, 13th September 2019
Happy days. Jasmin modelilng for the Cat calendar
A beautiful, confidently extrovert Cat who loved water, plants and people. No wonder this Cat who gave and received affection with equal measure made many friends. When the palm garden was planted she regularly left her favorite, shady spot near the water tap and followed the gardeners, to patiently watch and attentively supervise planting and watering. The pretend gardener seemed unaware of her great beauty, but happily co operated with her many photographers. All through her life, even when cancer was distorting her face, photos were taken of Finta. Her grace and serenety remained untouched right to the end.
Amongst Finta's many friends was the vet who monitored her quality of life. Was it surprising that Cat and vet both chose the same day for departure? Quacking like a little duck she protested to the shaving, but then graciously relented in response to the respect and reverence with which she was treated. Her farewell was easy, her soul ready to fly and soar. And we know she will have found a garden up there, with living, ever flowing water.
Amongst Finta's many friends was the vet who monitored her quality of life. Was it surprising that Cat and vet both chose the same day for departure? Quacking like a little duck she protested to the shaving, but then graciously relented in response to the respect and reverence with which she was treated. Her farewell was easy, her soul ready to fly and soar. And we know she will have found a garden up there, with living, ever flowing water.
Ivy
Left us, 12th September 2019
Pierre
Left us, 31st August 2019
Pierre was a sleek, strong, experienced tom. A dark and fearless fighter, who never needed to fight, a grey and shiny soldier who rarely needed to warn.
He was a fast mover, invisible by choice, but with a presence not to be overlooked whenever he needed it.
Did Pierre have feline friends? He loved the sun and freedom. Who knows with whom he spent the many, many sunny hours out in the heat of the Sanctuary grounds? When you saw him, he was luxuriating in the sunshine, alone, in splendid, happy isolation.
Every afternoon, punctual like a clock, Pierre was waiting near the enclosure door, ready to be carried in for medication and for food.
In his enclosure he was the second in command and acted when service was not up to satisfaction. He gave us several chances, waiting with obviously pained patience, but then Pierre took himself off for the rest of the day. Off he went without a glance back. No second chance given.
He was equally unforgiving, if treatment was not skillfully applied. Pierre did not suffer gladly. He warned and then retaliated. A gentleman as long as he was met with courtesy, respect and kind proficiency. A fighter when he felt the situation was beyond his standards.
At the vet he always behaved impeccably, - no fear, no panic.
When it mattered you could always count on Pierre. There was a tremendous (!!!) amount of love and loyalty to his carers flowing through his beautiful feral form. Pierre's loyalty even kept death at bay. He held on until his carers finally arrived. Only then he allowed himself to let go. It was a quick and violent farewell, but his love won through and will remain with us forever.
He was a fast mover, invisible by choice, but with a presence not to be overlooked whenever he needed it.
Did Pierre have feline friends? He loved the sun and freedom. Who knows with whom he spent the many, many sunny hours out in the heat of the Sanctuary grounds? When you saw him, he was luxuriating in the sunshine, alone, in splendid, happy isolation.
Every afternoon, punctual like a clock, Pierre was waiting near the enclosure door, ready to be carried in for medication and for food.
In his enclosure he was the second in command and acted when service was not up to satisfaction. He gave us several chances, waiting with obviously pained patience, but then Pierre took himself off for the rest of the day. Off he went without a glance back. No second chance given.
He was equally unforgiving, if treatment was not skillfully applied. Pierre did not suffer gladly. He warned and then retaliated. A gentleman as long as he was met with courtesy, respect and kind proficiency. A fighter when he felt the situation was beyond his standards.
At the vet he always behaved impeccably, - no fear, no panic.
When it mattered you could always count on Pierre. There was a tremendous (!!!) amount of love and loyalty to his carers flowing through his beautiful feral form. Pierre's loyalty even kept death at bay. He held on until his carers finally arrived. Only then he allowed himself to let go. It was a quick and violent farewell, but his love won through and will remain with us forever.
Golden girl Princess
Left us, 14th August 2019
As a fluffy Cat she was doomed in the streets. She was so fortunate to find the Sanctuary. A Cat with a golden coat and with a heart of gold. Friendly, independent, gentle, intelligent and confident: a wonderful house Cat from top to tail. Princess made most of her life, bravely fighting chronic sinusitis and kidney issues, enjoying every kindness and patiently waiting for extra special food. She was a model patient, co operative and happy to rest, to take medication or to be groomed. Princess also was a keen observer who didn't miss much from her vantage points.
Can you see her high in the sky, the new star in a brilliant constellation, golden, lion like, looking down on us, purring........?
Can you see her high in the sky, the new star in a brilliant constellation, golden, lion like, looking down on us, purring........?
Suki
Left us, 25th July 2019
All her life Suki hungered for attention, contact and love.
Her colouring was that of a glossy, dark tortoiseshell, in shape and temperament she was a Siamese. She had the elongated, slender body and tapering tail as well as the ability to "talk"
Suki left us only 3 years young. A beautiful, intelligent, persistent and extemely affectionate Cat, so much longing!!! for a human partner and a home.
When Suki was a kitten she was adopted from the Sanctuary. Almost immediately after homing, her new owner became seriously ill and Suki was returned.
All her life she was burning with love, persistently seeking human contact, hoping for another home, waiting in vain.
Her fate and doom was that of a FIV cat. Rather than grasping that FIV Cats of all Cats need a stable, loving, indoor home with reliable medical care and little contact to other sick Cats, people shy back once they hear a Cat's immune system is deficient.
In a Sanctuary full of stray Cats, each and everyone open to any illness/disease, FIV Cats are invariably doomed.
Suki leaves us burning love and the legacy to search for enlightened, compassionate owners for our FIV charges.
Her colouring was that of a glossy, dark tortoiseshell, in shape and temperament she was a Siamese. She had the elongated, slender body and tapering tail as well as the ability to "talk"
Suki left us only 3 years young. A beautiful, intelligent, persistent and extemely affectionate Cat, so much longing!!! for a human partner and a home.
When Suki was a kitten she was adopted from the Sanctuary. Almost immediately after homing, her new owner became seriously ill and Suki was returned.
All her life she was burning with love, persistently seeking human contact, hoping for another home, waiting in vain.
Her fate and doom was that of a FIV cat. Rather than grasping that FIV Cats of all Cats need a stable, loving, indoor home with reliable medical care and little contact to other sick Cats, people shy back once they hear a Cat's immune system is deficient.
In a Sanctuary full of stray Cats, each and everyone open to any illness/disease, FIV Cats are invariably doomed.
Suki leaves us burning love and the legacy to search for enlightened, compassionate owners for our FIV charges.
Corrie (ex Cadence)
Left us, 1st July 2019
Letter from Corrie's carer to her prospective Mummy in The Hague who was hoping to take her "home" next month .
Dear ......
Corrie is in a better world now, looking down on us.
She was taken to the clinic for another X-ray and her lungs were drowning in puss. The vet suspects a tumor .
I had said good bye Sunday Night and left her quiet, beautiful and with no window between her cage and a Wonderful Cats' Night ...She knew and was ready to go.
I am so!!!! grateful you gave her the hope of a human all to herself!
It carried both of us and made us very happy!!
Hope is such a force and Corrie knew she was named and chosen.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity. It did make a big difference to both of us!
Dear ......
Corrie is in a better world now, looking down on us.
She was taken to the clinic for another X-ray and her lungs were drowning in puss. The vet suspects a tumor .
I had said good bye Sunday Night and left her quiet, beautiful and with no window between her cage and a Wonderful Cats' Night ...She knew and was ready to go.
I am so!!!! grateful you gave her the hope of a human all to herself!
It carried both of us and made us very happy!!
Hope is such a force and Corrie knew she was named and chosen.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity. It did make a big difference to both of us!
Jackie
Left her sanctuary in June for a world free from leukemia
All Cats are lovable; all Cats' souls are accepted, all Cats carry a sweetness of heart, all Cats are beautiful, all are worthy of consciousness, of being helped, being comforted and protected—even if other mere humans believe blindly to the contrary.
(inspired by Clarissa Estés )
(inspired by Clarissa Estés )
Cashew
Glided across the rainbow bridge on the tears of his carers
Before Cashew left his Carers, he managed to reach every Cat's ultimate goal on this earth:
To be loved, to be cared for, to be important, to be secure. To be held, cherished and named.
Cashew is in a much better world now. Playing as a kitten plays..........
To be loved, to be cared for, to be important, to be secure. To be held, cherished and named.
Cashew is in a much better world now. Playing as a kitten plays..........
Peanuts
Left us 27th April, 2019
Peanuts (?)
Loved, named, remembered,
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Peanuts' memorial tree. We are all related. Flow and communion.
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Peanuts was all alone when he was found, abandoned by his mother. Right away when we had taken him over, we had also taken him to heart. He was so small and weak, his carer cuddled with him all night long, making sure he had it warm and cozy. Even the next day she carried him around in her scarf close to my chest while brushing her teeth, washing the dishes and making something to eat. He didn't wake up once. Although we did everything to help him, he died on the same day. we were very heartbroken and sad. Nevertheless we are glad Peanuts could spend his last day with someone who cared and didn't leave his side until his last breath.
Rest in peace Peanuts, see you over the rainbow.
Rest in peace Peanuts, see you over the rainbow.
Sabiha
Left us, 15th April 2019
13 years old and still breathtakingly beautiful. As desperate as stunning. A declawed, abandoned house Cat with a very long story to tell. Pure emotion. Sabiha arrived so angry. so confused. Soul and body in upheaval. Even for a Sanctuary Cat she had experienced more than the expected share of terror and abandonment.
Her mother apruptly abandoned her, squashed by a car, when they were crossing the road together.
The orphaned kitten was rescued, but declawed thus made defenseless.
Any remaining security was gone when her new human family split up,
Her reluctant owner threatened to put her into the streets, but Sabiha was rescued a second time by the estranged partner.
However, when Sabiha was 13 , human commitments put an end to her stay.
After a brief spell in the Sanctuary, a new home was generously offered to save her life. However, Sabiha just could not settle there. She already was very sick.
She returned to the Sanctuary to prepare for her final journey. During the last weeks of her life Sabiha was reliably reassured and much loved. Shifts of carers and dedicated volunteers allowed for that much needed special attention.
Serene in her weakness Sabiha abundantly returned love, co-operated with treatment and seemed to do well. Her anger had transformed in an equally strong will to please.
Perhaps love and acceptance gave Sabiha the courage to move on, to a much better world.
Sabiha left us so much courage coupled with pure, intense determination.
All!!! Cats are special, but some can reach us better. Sabiha touched and broke many hearts.
Her mother apruptly abandoned her, squashed by a car, when they were crossing the road together.
The orphaned kitten was rescued, but declawed thus made defenseless.
Any remaining security was gone when her new human family split up,
Her reluctant owner threatened to put her into the streets, but Sabiha was rescued a second time by the estranged partner.
However, when Sabiha was 13 , human commitments put an end to her stay.
After a brief spell in the Sanctuary, a new home was generously offered to save her life. However, Sabiha just could not settle there. She already was very sick.
She returned to the Sanctuary to prepare for her final journey. During the last weeks of her life Sabiha was reliably reassured and much loved. Shifts of carers and dedicated volunteers allowed for that much needed special attention.
Serene in her weakness Sabiha abundantly returned love, co-operated with treatment and seemed to do well. Her anger had transformed in an equally strong will to please.
Perhaps love and acceptance gave Sabiha the courage to move on, to a much better world.
Sabiha left us so much courage coupled with pure, intense determination.
All!!! Cats are special, but some can reach us better. Sabiha touched and broke many hearts.
TWO BLIND CATS
Stevie Wonder
Left us, 13th Feb 2019
Wasn' t she wonderful?
Yes. Stevie was both,- very precious and very wonderful! Stevie from Siggewi, a blind street Cat with cancer rapidly eating her nose away.Which means you cannot clean yourself, your sense of smell is impaired and at one point you won't be able to eat without pain.
Stevie the tall and lanky Tal Madonna had a coat of burning flames and darkest charcoal. Though her eyes had no expression, her face was kind and intelligent . And in her distressuing fate she was well protected. Only a kind and caring feeder could have nurtured such a gentle, trusting, affectionate and sociable Cat! When her condition became obvious, somebody went to the trouble of trapping her. When an examination revealed that there was still quality of life, she was taken to the Sanctuary. There she calmly and obviously enjoyed routine and structure. She purred on touch, she ate like a horse, she loved her hot water bottle and when anybody said her name or even "blind Cat" she would lift her head and look in the direction of the speaker. On her regular and supervised excursions into the enclosure she worked out where food and litters were, but most of the time she just sat motionless, actively soaking up what was going on around her. She made more friends! Visitors who brushed or cleaned her, as all Cats love bring clean. Carers who came by regularly, asking whether Stevie had already been fed and medicated and if not, eagerly volunteered. Stevie radiated serenity and let her friends share. "Her" vet ensured that she went before her life deteriorated. She was welcomed in a better world where she is graceful and active again, whole and healthy, sure-footed, seeing and secure. Grazzi, Stevie, for the serenity you left us.
Yes. Stevie was both,- very precious and very wonderful! Stevie from Siggewi, a blind street Cat with cancer rapidly eating her nose away.Which means you cannot clean yourself, your sense of smell is impaired and at one point you won't be able to eat without pain.
Stevie the tall and lanky Tal Madonna had a coat of burning flames and darkest charcoal. Though her eyes had no expression, her face was kind and intelligent . And in her distressuing fate she was well protected. Only a kind and caring feeder could have nurtured such a gentle, trusting, affectionate and sociable Cat! When her condition became obvious, somebody went to the trouble of trapping her. When an examination revealed that there was still quality of life, she was taken to the Sanctuary. There she calmly and obviously enjoyed routine and structure. She purred on touch, she ate like a horse, she loved her hot water bottle and when anybody said her name or even "blind Cat" she would lift her head and look in the direction of the speaker. On her regular and supervised excursions into the enclosure she worked out where food and litters were, but most of the time she just sat motionless, actively soaking up what was going on around her. She made more friends! Visitors who brushed or cleaned her, as all Cats love bring clean. Carers who came by regularly, asking whether Stevie had already been fed and medicated and if not, eagerly volunteered. Stevie radiated serenity and let her friends share. "Her" vet ensured that she went before her life deteriorated. She was welcomed in a better world where she is graceful and active again, whole and healthy, sure-footed, seeing and secure. Grazzi, Stevie, for the serenity you left us.
Charles
Left us and joined Stevie, 18th February 2019
Charlie was our darling, Two blind Cats living the last months of their lives in the same sanctuary, in the same enclosure. So many parallels and so many differences in their lives and characters!
If street cat Stevie was the static sun, stoically accepting her fate, sanctuary boy Charles was the moving, changing moon. It was so right that we would release her midday, but he would go at night, drawn by an immense, almost full moon.
Charles was a strong, tall, tabby tiger, his body ravaged by his illness, his face distorted by a cloudy eye and an empty eye socket. His character however was beautiful, kind and courteous, Like Stevie and despite his strength Charles NEVER never hurt you
Also like Stevie Charles was immensely aware. Called by his name, he would cautiously advance, always aware that his hesitant gait surprised and possibly annoyed less intelligent Cats.
Unlike Stevie, who needed strong smelling food to guide her cancerous nose, Charles had an awesome sense of smell. He smelt food and medication with almost uncanny precision. He and Stevie both loved food and before he went on his last journey, Charles decided on a full evening meal.
Again and again Charles proved his strength, disappearing himself out of his various cages. Unlike Stevie, who blissfully snuggled down in her basket, Charles would lie in wait. The moment the carers left, he would wriggle and force and ESCAPE to freedom and movement. Then the patient metamorphosed into the former Sanctuary Cat again, using communal litters, eating from food trays, finding a safe corner from where to take in the goings on. A trail of diarrhea marked his movements. Cleaner and carers raged, but loved. Charles knew he had supervised enclosure time in the afternoons and waited at the cage door for this privilege. Unlike Stevie he needed to move and pretend he was a normal blind enclosure Cat. From this he drew the strength to fight his illness with determined patience. Charles did not give up, he co operated with examinations, X-ray, ultra sound, no end of diets and treatments. Until the end Charles remained a model patient. Then Stevie left and the moon waxed. And Charlie said good bye and that he would move on.
Was there a connection? How much were these two blind Cats aware of each other? They never sat together, never sought each other's company. They were both much loved and respected Very Important Cats. The Sanctuary received inquiries and condolences for both from visitors abroad on whom they made a lasting impression. Stevie from a lady from Wehringen, Charles from a gentleman from Oberding-Schwaig. Both blind Cats initiated fruitful discussions, inspired friendships and forged links.
A full Cat's life? We hope (!!!) Charles would agree.
If street cat Stevie was the static sun, stoically accepting her fate, sanctuary boy Charles was the moving, changing moon. It was so right that we would release her midday, but he would go at night, drawn by an immense, almost full moon.
Charles was a strong, tall, tabby tiger, his body ravaged by his illness, his face distorted by a cloudy eye and an empty eye socket. His character however was beautiful, kind and courteous, Like Stevie and despite his strength Charles NEVER never hurt you
Also like Stevie Charles was immensely aware. Called by his name, he would cautiously advance, always aware that his hesitant gait surprised and possibly annoyed less intelligent Cats.
Unlike Stevie, who needed strong smelling food to guide her cancerous nose, Charles had an awesome sense of smell. He smelt food and medication with almost uncanny precision. He and Stevie both loved food and before he went on his last journey, Charles decided on a full evening meal.
Again and again Charles proved his strength, disappearing himself out of his various cages. Unlike Stevie, who blissfully snuggled down in her basket, Charles would lie in wait. The moment the carers left, he would wriggle and force and ESCAPE to freedom and movement. Then the patient metamorphosed into the former Sanctuary Cat again, using communal litters, eating from food trays, finding a safe corner from where to take in the goings on. A trail of diarrhea marked his movements. Cleaner and carers raged, but loved. Charles knew he had supervised enclosure time in the afternoons and waited at the cage door for this privilege. Unlike Stevie he needed to move and pretend he was a normal blind enclosure Cat. From this he drew the strength to fight his illness with determined patience. Charles did not give up, he co operated with examinations, X-ray, ultra sound, no end of diets and treatments. Until the end Charles remained a model patient. Then Stevie left and the moon waxed. And Charlie said good bye and that he would move on.
Was there a connection? How much were these two blind Cats aware of each other? They never sat together, never sought each other's company. They were both much loved and respected Very Important Cats. The Sanctuary received inquiries and condolences for both from visitors abroad on whom they made a lasting impression. Stevie from a lady from Wehringen, Charles from a gentleman from Oberding-Schwaig. Both blind Cats initiated fruitful discussions, inspired friendships and forged links.
A full Cat's life? We hope (!!!) Charles would agree.
Bon Voyage, Badano
Left this world 30 January 2019
We shall not live in vain, if we can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain.....
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Attacked and badly injured in unknown territory. If neutering had been granted, he might have never left his home.
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The golden tom arrived a stranger and left us named. We will never know when and where life went wrong for Badano. Did he ever have a home? He was spotted on a very wet, cold and grey January afternoon. Not neutered and new to the area he had made it into the sports ground opposite the Sanctuary. Very weak, dehydrated, shaken by a violent, viscous flu, bleeding from an infected bite on his neck and with an injured foot, the tom was shelterig under bare twigs. Would you have noticed him in the failing twilight? Or would we avert our eyes? Would you have stopped your car? Would you have risked your health and your clothes, trying to catch a sick, cowering cat on the slippery wet stones in the undergrowth? Badano's Samaritans did exactly that. They pleaded for his admission to the Sanctuary. They left money and their address should more funds be necessary. The Good Samaritan had done the same.
Emily Dickinson would have rejoiced.
But Badano was on a journey and the Sanctuary was only a stop. Here he was cleaned, cared for, sheltered. Pain relief, drip and a good rest. Gathering strength for the final leg. The vet, who sedated him for examination, diagnosed hard and failing kidneys and decided not to call Badano back. The golden tom has arrived in the next world. Painfree, loved and named.
Emily Dickinson would have rejoiced.
But Badano was on a journey and the Sanctuary was only a stop. Here he was cleaned, cared for, sheltered. Pain relief, drip and a good rest. Gathering strength for the final leg. The vet, who sedated him for examination, diagnosed hard and failing kidneys and decided not to call Badano back. The golden tom has arrived in the next world. Painfree, loved and named.
BUXLU, love from time immemorial
Left us Sunday 27 January 2019
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Dragon or dinosaur? Surely Buxlu was not born, but hatched. Older than Malta's carob trees. Wiser than any Cat. Filled with love more profound than the sea.
When he first appeared attempting to feed with a colony of Cats, they and their feeder were stunned. A spectre of a skeleton, a scaly reptile on tiny feet, craning its neck, its yellow eyes gleaming.
The feeder found compassion which transformed into love. Time and food were set aside for the strange creature. Mutual trust formed strong visible bonds and Buxlu grew back into a muscular, clean, if slightly shaggy Tom Cat.
When he became too ancient to survive in the rough and hostile colony environment, his feeder bought him into the Sanctuary. Here the strong and gentle giant lived as a quiet, grateful member of the community, receiving respect for his age and position, purring liberally and sonorously, sharing his bed with many a weak or younger Cat, enjoying the sunshine, always ready and present when his feeder arrived.
This year Buxlu's decline was fast and his departure unexpected. Having behaved impeccably during vet visits and given a clean bill of health, he moved on in the early hours of a Sunday morning .Towards the Sun! Towards the Light. To fuse with the Love he was made of.
When he first appeared attempting to feed with a colony of Cats, they and their feeder were stunned. A spectre of a skeleton, a scaly reptile on tiny feet, craning its neck, its yellow eyes gleaming.
The feeder found compassion which transformed into love. Time and food were set aside for the strange creature. Mutual trust formed strong visible bonds and Buxlu grew back into a muscular, clean, if slightly shaggy Tom Cat.
When he became too ancient to survive in the rough and hostile colony environment, his feeder bought him into the Sanctuary. Here the strong and gentle giant lived as a quiet, grateful member of the community, receiving respect for his age and position, purring liberally and sonorously, sharing his bed with many a weak or younger Cat, enjoying the sunshine, always ready and present when his feeder arrived.
This year Buxlu's decline was fast and his departure unexpected. Having behaved impeccably during vet visits and given a clean bill of health, he moved on in the early hours of a Sunday morning .Towards the Sun! Towards the Light. To fuse with the Love he was made of.
GENARO
Owned and loved - left us 16 January 2019
Genaro was owned and loved. His new home was waiting for him. But he couldn’t quite make it. His time came to cross the rainbow bridge before he could come home. He knew his other family who were waiting for him and he crossed peacefully to be with them.
He said "Dad its just a bit too hard, too late in my struggle, but at least you found me at long last". I said “I am sorry it took so long to find you. " Genaro replied, "Its ok Dad, you did find me and now, you can make sure things are better for the other’s whose journeys are still here in the sanctuary.” I promised him I would, and so we parted.
The Genaro Wing is a special place where blind and disabled cats get their own private space and are treated with that extra care so when they find their owners they can make it to their new homes. Please consider these cats for adoption as they can also be very loving like Genaro was.
He said "Dad its just a bit too hard, too late in my struggle, but at least you found me at long last". I said “I am sorry it took so long to find you. " Genaro replied, "Its ok Dad, you did find me and now, you can make sure things are better for the other’s whose journeys are still here in the sanctuary.” I promised him I would, and so we parted.
The Genaro Wing is a special place where blind and disabled cats get their own private space and are treated with that extra care so when they find their owners they can make it to their new homes. Please consider these cats for adoption as they can also be very loving like Genaro was.
GOLDILOCKS
Free spirit, pacifist and mind reader - left us 23 October 2018
Goldilocks was a contradiction in terms. He was as brave as he was frightened, as proud as he was grateful, as needy as he was independent, as fragile as he was strong.
Goldilocks loved cages and craved freedom. He did not want to commit, but loyally kept all appointments. He was not terribly bright, but communicated so clearly!!!! And like all Cats he understood every word, even if he did not always act on it.
How will I remember him?
Proudly, proudly enjoying the luxury of "his " cage or cunningly choosing the moment to hop out and away when his free spirit took over? The many times he expectantly entered "his" cage which in the mean time had been given to a more needy cat and his surprised disbelieve to be barred from entry??? Stealing into the enclosure on a wet or windy night, snuggling down in a basket and visibly enjoying my delight when I found him there? Melting into my hand in order to be brushed and brushed and brushed? The proud pleasure when he was groomed and cleaned and felt like a proper tom?
As far as I know Goldilocks never had a fight. He loved rubbing against other Cats, preferably his size , but also much bigger ones. They all respected his peace offerings and tolerated his chronic nervousness.
Goldilocks loved his Sanctuary. For him it was a terribly exciting place, his home and his wonderland. Did he know he would have had NO chance of survival as a stray?
What did he make of his journey?
I imagine him sprinting towards the almost full moon growing into the mighty, majestic tomcat he never could be on this earth, shedding all fear and pain. And then calmly (!!!) looking down, in the Company of all the friends who made the journey before him, onto his Sanctuary below. Enjoy exploring the next world, my darling.
Goldilocks loved cages and craved freedom. He did not want to commit, but loyally kept all appointments. He was not terribly bright, but communicated so clearly!!!! And like all Cats he understood every word, even if he did not always act on it.
How will I remember him?
Proudly, proudly enjoying the luxury of "his " cage or cunningly choosing the moment to hop out and away when his free spirit took over? The many times he expectantly entered "his" cage which in the mean time had been given to a more needy cat and his surprised disbelieve to be barred from entry??? Stealing into the enclosure on a wet or windy night, snuggling down in a basket and visibly enjoying my delight when I found him there? Melting into my hand in order to be brushed and brushed and brushed? The proud pleasure when he was groomed and cleaned and felt like a proper tom?
As far as I know Goldilocks never had a fight. He loved rubbing against other Cats, preferably his size , but also much bigger ones. They all respected his peace offerings and tolerated his chronic nervousness.
Goldilocks loved his Sanctuary. For him it was a terribly exciting place, his home and his wonderland. Did he know he would have had NO chance of survival as a stray?
What did he make of his journey?
I imagine him sprinting towards the almost full moon growing into the mighty, majestic tomcat he never could be on this earth, shedding all fear and pain. And then calmly (!!!) looking down, in the Company of all the friends who made the journey before him, onto his Sanctuary below. Enjoy exploring the next world, my darling.
NANNETT
Left peacefully in the early hours of 31 July 2018, homed!!! & surrounded by love
A handful of fluff and infinite love. Oeans of patience. Keenest attention and boundless gratitude.
Nannett had such will power, she communicted so clearly. She went as she lived, like the gentlest of breezes. She touched many hearts.
Nannett does not want us to mourn for her, but to share out the love she so abundantly gave.
SUGAR - LEFT HIS PAW PRINTS ON MALTA
We celebrate the life of SUGAR who left us in the midday light of Wednesday, 27 June 2018.
We are deeply grateful for his life. For 13 years Sugar was the Cat behind Csaf President Doris, who founded our Sanctuary. Sugar embodied mercy.
Thrown from a window as a small kitten he was rescued by Doris. Sugar never again was the carefree, playful kitten, never an exploring adolescent, never a secure and fast moving tom.
However, the paralized baby grew into an intelligent and strong Cat who inspired first pity,
then admiration and always thought. Sugar gave his life to and never grew tired of representing us Cats to people .
By his existence he demonstrated that handicapped Cats can live a full life, provided they are allowed to exchange love and receive reliable care. Sugar loved and he was loved by MANY.
He was a very clear communicator, despite his handicap.
Like a fish he flung his body forward when he fancied a change of place or when meals were late. Feeding him was a privilege and quality time for our carers. One of his human friends regularly brought a selection of best cat food just for HIM.
Sugar retired from the Sanctuary two years ago when Doris took him into her home. He still visited us regularly and represented us cats to important visitors. Sugar started his last journey from the familiar hospital container which had been his base for years.
We, the Cats, saw him off in respectful silence. Doris and the vet made sure it all went well.
His body, rigid for 13 years, has relaxed. Sugar's spirit, the spirit of mercy, will remain with us.
We hold Sugar to the light. He is young again and forever healthy, moving effortlessly and with grace.
Thrown from a window as a small kitten he was rescued by Doris. Sugar never again was the carefree, playful kitten, never an exploring adolescent, never a secure and fast moving tom.
However, the paralized baby grew into an intelligent and strong Cat who inspired first pity,
then admiration and always thought. Sugar gave his life to and never grew tired of representing us Cats to people .
By his existence he demonstrated that handicapped Cats can live a full life, provided they are allowed to exchange love and receive reliable care. Sugar loved and he was loved by MANY.
He was a very clear communicator, despite his handicap.
Like a fish he flung his body forward when he fancied a change of place or when meals were late. Feeding him was a privilege and quality time for our carers. One of his human friends regularly brought a selection of best cat food just for HIM.
Sugar retired from the Sanctuary two years ago when Doris took him into her home. He still visited us regularly and represented us cats to important visitors. Sugar started his last journey from the familiar hospital container which had been his base for years.
We, the Cats, saw him off in respectful silence. Doris and the vet made sure it all went well.
His body, rigid for 13 years, has relaxed. Sugar's spirit, the spirit of mercy, will remain with us.
We hold Sugar to the light. He is young again and forever healthy, moving effortlessly and with grace.
MAIGRINA
Left us 19th June 2018
A graceful, gentle Tal Madonna.
So serene, so affectionate, so very delicate..
In her slender, dwindling body lived a soul so strong, a personality so great that you felt rather than saw her presence. With her ready purr Maigrina lived joyfully and happily despite many ailmements. Loved and supported by feeder and carers she gave back in double measure. Nobody looking after Maigrina ever complained. Her affectionate, intelligent company, her reliable co operation and obvious gratitude were ample reward. When she prepared for her journey she did not seem sad. She was leaving for eternal health and a painfree, strong body to match her soul. Grateful for a last gentle cleansing she was ready to let go. One of her small friends in the leukemia enclosure lay down close to her, together they could see the night sky.
Maigrina took messages for all the friends waiting for her.
She left us peace.
So serene, so affectionate, so very delicate..
In her slender, dwindling body lived a soul so strong, a personality so great that you felt rather than saw her presence. With her ready purr Maigrina lived joyfully and happily despite many ailmements. Loved and supported by feeder and carers she gave back in double measure. Nobody looking after Maigrina ever complained. Her affectionate, intelligent company, her reliable co operation and obvious gratitude were ample reward. When she prepared for her journey she did not seem sad. She was leaving for eternal health and a painfree, strong body to match her soul. Grateful for a last gentle cleansing she was ready to let go. One of her small friends in the leukemia enclosure lay down close to her, together they could see the night sky.
Maigrina took messages for all the friends waiting for her.
She left us peace.
JAMES
Left us during the night Thursday 1st/Friday, 2nd March, 2018
James descended in a straight line from the Knights' Cats.
He was an aristocrat from top to tail, a tom without fear or blame.
James had a great, big heart and very high standards.: he was always gentle, always impeccable and extremely dignified. Whether he encountered other Cats or vets, James reliably kept his composure, showed courtesy and NEVER panicked. James was a big, beautiful and immensely lovable tom who impressed whoever he met.
Diagnosed with cancer in his head he stoically and reliably took his medication and lived.
When he got slightly senile in his old age he sometimes needed help to find his way back into the enclosure after his routine evening stroll. But somehow he manged always to be "home" after dark, attentively watching the goings-on in the Sanctuary with his amber eyes through the enclosure door.
His last illness was short and violent. As usual he accepted all the support on offer, but he realized before us that this fight he would not win. He left alone, drawn by a full moon..
No doubt James is still watching all of us from above, - strong, beautiful and with much love.
May we always live up to his standards!!!
He was an aristocrat from top to tail, a tom without fear or blame.
James had a great, big heart and very high standards.: he was always gentle, always impeccable and extremely dignified. Whether he encountered other Cats or vets, James reliably kept his composure, showed courtesy and NEVER panicked. James was a big, beautiful and immensely lovable tom who impressed whoever he met.
Diagnosed with cancer in his head he stoically and reliably took his medication and lived.
When he got slightly senile in his old age he sometimes needed help to find his way back into the enclosure after his routine evening stroll. But somehow he manged always to be "home" after dark, attentively watching the goings-on in the Sanctuary with his amber eyes through the enclosure door.
His last illness was short and violent. As usual he accepted all the support on offer, but he realized before us that this fight he would not win. He left alone, drawn by a full moon..
No doubt James is still watching all of us from above, - strong, beautiful and with much love.
May we always live up to his standards!!!
BRAVEHEART SCOTTIE
Left us 15 February 2018, 12:45 p.m.
Scottie was a very special strawberry coloured cat. Sensitive, brave, dominant, loving...With his stumped tail and sticking out hind leg he reminded us of a little dog. Scottie came running when called, he followed you around, always hopeful for attention. Scottie was upbeat, positive and alert. He could be very funny and equally mischievous..
Scottie was a lovable leprechaune, a merry wanderer, a quirky creature with most eloquent eyes and enormous courage . And he needed his courage to survive in the streets and still give so much to his feeders and carers. For years he suffered all weathers in a car park. he had the most unfortunate tail amputation, a torn ligament in his leg, gingevitis .....His FIV would have demanded extra care and comfort . But the in so many ways disadvantaged and hadicapped tom hardly ever felt sorry for himself. All his life he realized that he was special and all his life he defended his position as number one. He tried to get his own way whenever possible and usually succeeded. He was so very grateful for special care and small comforts like a clean up, a cage to himself to rest in, a hot water bottle.
Scottie was a mind reader and communicater. When illness fially, finally defeated his body, he was not alone. He left us much loved. Wherever he is, he has a lovely long tail now, gracefully moving legs and he won't suffer ANY pain. And he left us a legacy: his unfailing courage, expectant hope and generous, indiscriminating love.
Scottie was a lovable leprechaune, a merry wanderer, a quirky creature with most eloquent eyes and enormous courage . And he needed his courage to survive in the streets and still give so much to his feeders and carers. For years he suffered all weathers in a car park. he had the most unfortunate tail amputation, a torn ligament in his leg, gingevitis .....His FIV would have demanded extra care and comfort . But the in so many ways disadvantaged and hadicapped tom hardly ever felt sorry for himself. All his life he realized that he was special and all his life he defended his position as number one. He tried to get his own way whenever possible and usually succeeded. He was so very grateful for special care and small comforts like a clean up, a cage to himself to rest in, a hot water bottle.
Scottie was a mind reader and communicater. When illness fially, finally defeated his body, he was not alone. He left us much loved. Wherever he is, he has a lovely long tail now, gracefully moving legs and he won't suffer ANY pain. And he left us a legacy: his unfailing courage, expectant hope and generous, indiscriminating love.
Magical Malcolm ...was there ever a Cat so clever?
Left us 12th October 2017
Malcolm left us unexpectedly and he doubtless found his way, straight into the next and better world. He was the most intelligent cat I ever met and - despite his blindness - a match for anyone, human or cat. A slight, beautifully patterned ginger, Malcolm was Mr Mephistopheles reborn.
Admittedly fate had not been kind. Homeless and with only one blind eye, many might have found survival a challenge too daunting to tackle. Not Malcolm. While keeping a low profile, he was a cat who managed to look at the bright side of life. After all, he was rescued, bought into the Sanctuary and throughout Malcolm's life his saviour remained his reliable and generous sponsor.
Even though his visits from Gozo were scarce, phone calls enquiring after Malcolm's well being were regular and they made Malcolm feel that he was special to at least one person. From this as well as from his baffling intelligence he drew a distinctive aloofness, a quiet, almost challenging confidence.
Though strictly reserved with humans and most cats, Malcolm dropped all pretences when it came to high quality food.
Malcolm was a Gourmet who knew exactly when, where and to whom special food was served, be it with or without medication. The trouble he took to steal had to be seen to be believed: no cupboard or shelf was too high, no feeding cage to tight for his extra ordinary nose and stealthy paw. Even if you watched him like a hawk, he still found and made full use of "his moment". Like spider-cat he would patiently and determinedly weave his way up and around all imaginable obstacles, defy gravity and lack of sight until he could partake of the meal without the feeding cat even noticing. Malcolm most certainly could creep through the tiniest crack and walk on the narrowest rail."
Was he lonely? Yes, probably as regards relationships with humans. Only right at the end, after his kidneys failed and he was very weak, did he allow us to handle him, showing no nervousness and visibly responding to kindness.
Malcolm's feline friends with whom he used to snuggle up at night were cats who were either also blind or had impaired vision. They obviously felt safe in each others’ company. Though his thieving feats would drive carers to exasperation, he also made us laugh and wonder. He left us loved and respected. He is greatly missed.
Malcolm can see his food now! Enjoy!
Admittedly fate had not been kind. Homeless and with only one blind eye, many might have found survival a challenge too daunting to tackle. Not Malcolm. While keeping a low profile, he was a cat who managed to look at the bright side of life. After all, he was rescued, bought into the Sanctuary and throughout Malcolm's life his saviour remained his reliable and generous sponsor.
Even though his visits from Gozo were scarce, phone calls enquiring after Malcolm's well being were regular and they made Malcolm feel that he was special to at least one person. From this as well as from his baffling intelligence he drew a distinctive aloofness, a quiet, almost challenging confidence.
Though strictly reserved with humans and most cats, Malcolm dropped all pretences when it came to high quality food.
Malcolm was a Gourmet who knew exactly when, where and to whom special food was served, be it with or without medication. The trouble he took to steal had to be seen to be believed: no cupboard or shelf was too high, no feeding cage to tight for his extra ordinary nose and stealthy paw. Even if you watched him like a hawk, he still found and made full use of "his moment". Like spider-cat he would patiently and determinedly weave his way up and around all imaginable obstacles, defy gravity and lack of sight until he could partake of the meal without the feeding cat even noticing. Malcolm most certainly could creep through the tiniest crack and walk on the narrowest rail."
Was he lonely? Yes, probably as regards relationships with humans. Only right at the end, after his kidneys failed and he was very weak, did he allow us to handle him, showing no nervousness and visibly responding to kindness.
Malcolm's feline friends with whom he used to snuggle up at night were cats who were either also blind or had impaired vision. They obviously felt safe in each others’ company. Though his thieving feats would drive carers to exasperation, he also made us laugh and wonder. He left us loved and respected. He is greatly missed.
Malcolm can see his food now! Enjoy!
Rudi
Left us February 2017
Rudi died quickly and with little suffering after his liver failed. He was a along time resident of the Sanctuary and is sorely missed by all who knew him. He was the King of the Castle!
With his handsome Persian looks, his silky brown and white coat, his fluid movements, his expressive, enigmatic amber eyes, - it was above all his gentle, loving and very special personality which attached him to carers and visitors alike.
Rudi definitely did what he wanted to do, but he never hurt anybody. In a way he seemed to know that he owed his life to the sanctuary. Rudi radiated a very dignified, strong and loyal affection which was reciprocated by whomever he met.
Rudi made it obvious that he enjoyed his life. He relaxed deeply, slept soundly, moved effortlessly wherever he chose, took a dignified, intelligent interest in life and was universally liked.
With his handsome Persian looks, his silky brown and white coat, his fluid movements, his expressive, enigmatic amber eyes, - it was above all his gentle, loving and very special personality which attached him to carers and visitors alike.
Rudi definitely did what he wanted to do, but he never hurt anybody. In a way he seemed to know that he owed his life to the sanctuary. Rudi radiated a very dignified, strong and loyal affection which was reciprocated by whomever he met.
Rudi made it obvious that he enjoyed his life. He relaxed deeply, slept soundly, moved effortlessly wherever he chose, took a dignified, intelligent interest in life and was universally liked.
Chikku
Left us on the 5th March 2017
Chikku of Bormla: noblesse oblige - a life lived to the full and with Valour!
Chikku is on his way. It was his decision, taken - as always - independently and with so much love.
He went quickly and to the last appreciating the care he got and the comfort provided. The large corner cage in a quiet small room with a window and a very nice, unobtrusive gentleman as a neighbour. The clean bedding, the hot water bottle. plenty of drink, the large drip to hydrate and detoxify. Love, concern, care, Chikku was purring when we said good- bye. See you tomorrow., I had said, He was resting, gathering strength for the journey.
He had been a big strong cat with a clear independent mind, courage and as much will power as perseverance. When he decided to live he gave everything. He conquered fear and pain. He way-layed me for weeks until I noticed he was suffering, He freely co-operated with rickety transport, unknown destinations, makeshift accommodation, new environments, vets, complex operations, a vast array of pills and treatment: Chikku wanted to live and he lived.
Born a street cat and surviving as a fighter in splendid isolation - the price he paid for his cat free patch in Bormla was FIV. And it was FIV which finally decided his fate. His body could not conquer the painful gingivitis, eating, which had always been his great delight, became a torture. Cleaning himself, another pleasure in which he invested admirable pride and energy, also became extremely painful. I did my best with a moist tooth brush and cotton wool, afterwards Chikku did as much as he could bear and the end result still lifted our spirits. However, this time there was no light visible at the end of the tunnel,
I was trying to gauge his quality of life, but 2 days ago Chikku took the decision . Monday was the first day ever when he was not waiting for me near the Sanctuary entrance. The next morning he was not - as always - in his basket, but the search party found him outside on the cold tiles under the sink. He resigned himself to the cage and a really good rest, enough to say that this time, he did not want any blood taken. Thankfully the vet let him win his last fight, mercifully allowing him to stay in control until the end.
I once said, if Chikku had been a man, I would have married him. He was so immensely loyal and affectionate. At whatever hour I left, if I said good-bye to him, he would drag himself out of his basket to see me to the door. Then he would stay there looking at me until I was gone. The next day he would be sitting in the same place, waiting, - his internal clock told him when to expect me. Of course I know he led a rich, full life without me. He had many friends whom he really loved . He had his very special relationships and great admiration for certain humans. They were allowed to inject where I feared to touch. Chikku was fascinated by cars and loved his drivers. A big, big Grazzi to all the many kind people who drove us to our vet appointments!
Chikku communicated with me like no other cat ever had. He read my thoughts and he replied. There was so much love and strength in him! Though he was clever, Chikku was never cunning. There was no way round obstacles for him. He was as straight forward as a bull. He even lowered his head before charging.
He is on his journey now, determined and getting stronger and younger with every pace. When he gets there, Chikku will feast, he so much loves his food! He then will clean himself from head to tail, perfectly. And then he will lie on his back, sprawling, all four legs in the air, in eternal bliss.
GRAZZI to all who cared, loved and supported! They were so many!!!!
He went quickly and to the last appreciating the care he got and the comfort provided. The large corner cage in a quiet small room with a window and a very nice, unobtrusive gentleman as a neighbour. The clean bedding, the hot water bottle. plenty of drink, the large drip to hydrate and detoxify. Love, concern, care, Chikku was purring when we said good- bye. See you tomorrow., I had said, He was resting, gathering strength for the journey.
He had been a big strong cat with a clear independent mind, courage and as much will power as perseverance. When he decided to live he gave everything. He conquered fear and pain. He way-layed me for weeks until I noticed he was suffering, He freely co-operated with rickety transport, unknown destinations, makeshift accommodation, new environments, vets, complex operations, a vast array of pills and treatment: Chikku wanted to live and he lived.
Born a street cat and surviving as a fighter in splendid isolation - the price he paid for his cat free patch in Bormla was FIV. And it was FIV which finally decided his fate. His body could not conquer the painful gingivitis, eating, which had always been his great delight, became a torture. Cleaning himself, another pleasure in which he invested admirable pride and energy, also became extremely painful. I did my best with a moist tooth brush and cotton wool, afterwards Chikku did as much as he could bear and the end result still lifted our spirits. However, this time there was no light visible at the end of the tunnel,
I was trying to gauge his quality of life, but 2 days ago Chikku took the decision . Monday was the first day ever when he was not waiting for me near the Sanctuary entrance. The next morning he was not - as always - in his basket, but the search party found him outside on the cold tiles under the sink. He resigned himself to the cage and a really good rest, enough to say that this time, he did not want any blood taken. Thankfully the vet let him win his last fight, mercifully allowing him to stay in control until the end.
I once said, if Chikku had been a man, I would have married him. He was so immensely loyal and affectionate. At whatever hour I left, if I said good-bye to him, he would drag himself out of his basket to see me to the door. Then he would stay there looking at me until I was gone. The next day he would be sitting in the same place, waiting, - his internal clock told him when to expect me. Of course I know he led a rich, full life without me. He had many friends whom he really loved . He had his very special relationships and great admiration for certain humans. They were allowed to inject where I feared to touch. Chikku was fascinated by cars and loved his drivers. A big, big Grazzi to all the many kind people who drove us to our vet appointments!
Chikku communicated with me like no other cat ever had. He read my thoughts and he replied. There was so much love and strength in him! Though he was clever, Chikku was never cunning. There was no way round obstacles for him. He was as straight forward as a bull. He even lowered his head before charging.
He is on his journey now, determined and getting stronger and younger with every pace. When he gets there, Chikku will feast, he so much loves his food! He then will clean himself from head to tail, perfectly. And then he will lie on his back, sprawling, all four legs in the air, in eternal bliss.
GRAZZI to all who cared, loved and supported! They were so many!!!!
Princess
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She is free now. She said very clearly that she was ready for the journey and the kind, competent vet and a CSAF volunteer saw her off.
Outside, in front of the container, surrounded by sleeping or very quietly moving cats and the full moon breaking through the moving clouds. All afternoon she had hardly moved from her basket in the warm container, but in the evening she went out, almost as if expecting the vet who I had promised would come to set her free. When she got cold and very slightly restless 20 mins before the vet was due we snuggled her in a blanket in a cage. On a very low table and almost completely covered in a cosy blanket she remained completely calm and let me massage her through the bars.
She remained calm and settled throughout. She went on her journey prepared, first class, calm, majestic and with her own dignity. She left a BIG GRAZZI to you: for ALL your love, care and loyalty. She also left a lot of HER POSITIVE ENERGY in "her" sanctuary.
Outside, in front of the container, surrounded by sleeping or very quietly moving cats and the full moon breaking through the moving clouds. All afternoon she had hardly moved from her basket in the warm container, but in the evening she went out, almost as if expecting the vet who I had promised would come to set her free. When she got cold and very slightly restless 20 mins before the vet was due we snuggled her in a blanket in a cage. On a very low table and almost completely covered in a cosy blanket she remained completely calm and let me massage her through the bars.
She remained calm and settled throughout. She went on her journey prepared, first class, calm, majestic and with her own dignity. She left a BIG GRAZZI to you: for ALL your love, care and loyalty. She also left a lot of HER POSITIVE ENERGY in "her" sanctuary.
Barnaby the Red Prince
Left us on the 22nd March 2016
The Danish skippers who so generously cared for the Black Pearl cats during one hot summer had christened him "Eyeliner".For me he was always Barnaby or the The Red Prince. He responded happily to all his names.
During the summer 2015 he developed a tumor encasing his ribs. In December my vet very kindly came to the Black Pearl to observe him and recommended examination. He allowed me to catch him without any trouble and behaved well at the vet.
Almost all his remaining teeth were removed. They were infected and cleaning himself had become too painful. What remained were two teeth and a big appetite.
However, Barnaby was not only FIV positive, but his cancer was inoperable. I was immensely grateful to the CSAF Sanctuary offering him a place. When my Red Prince returned from his dental operation, still on medication for a week, he got a big cage all to himself with a cosy basket and a big clean litter tray in the warmest container. Unused to such luxuries Barnaby lay down in the novel litter tray and purred.
Later we moved him to the hospice enclosure with the blind or nervous or very old cats. Two other cats with cancer were also receiving care there. Cats in this enclosure are quiet and gentle and we try to keep the enclosure as cosy, clean and friendly as possible.
Barnaby settled bravely and well, resting in favourite places which changed with the season. First it was a cosy basket high up on the cupboard, then a sheltered hole "with a view" in the top of a scratchpost, then a cushioned shelf on another scratchpost from where he could view the cats outside. Sometimes it was a big soft cushion on which he rested in a very relaxed, grateful and touching manner. I visited him every day and he always came down to greet me, looking at me intently from his expressive, almost burning eyes.
My visits triggered Black Pearl memories in him: the moment he saw me he rushed to the food dishes always available on the floor and began to eat ferociously. I had to rush to get out the special food for him otherwise he would be full of "ordinary" food before the special was served. On his dying day he was still so vigorous, he even chased a big, strong white tom literally five times his size from the food dish they both had chosen simultaneously.
The Red Prince was very loyal, amazingly upbeat, very appreciative and above all very brave. Born in the rocks above the sea of a shy feral mother he had built up love and confidence throughout his life. Over the last three months I was allowed to touch him, to brush him with a toothbrush and he purred when I stroked him. He even let me clean his eyes.
With this moon waxing he became increasingly interested in sitting next to the door on a mat and looking out. Last night he probably slipped out of the enclosure when visitors were not paying attention and this morning he was a "real" sanctuary outdoor cat. Eyeliner was so proud when I came and he greeted me outside! He followed me into the enclosure though, like in the old Black Pearl days, with his tail up.
I was reminded of other cats passing away after they had seen the full moon, of cats getting out of doors to find a place in the open to die and realized that Barnaby was on his way too. I told him that the funny Ta-Xbiex big grey and white tramp Dusty, his father the Big Red Tom, Tess, Despina and of course kind, gentle Honey were all waiting and looking out for him.
I could hold him and the vet who had visited Barnaby at the Black Pearl and cared for him in the Sanctuary was kind, gentle and very good. She gave Barnaby just anesthesia and when he was fast asleep an anesthetic overdose. I did not notice when he went! I talked to him while all the other cats sat very quietly around us. James, one of his big grey and white friends next to us, all the others relaxed, sleeping or resting. Even the cats outside came close, creating a good, very quiet and comforting atmosphere, very, very much like what one of his many feeders calls "Best time" after feeding at the Black Pearl.
Barnaby by now has completed his journey. Clever, courageous and trusting. He is the Red Prince again, in all his strength and burning beauty.
During the summer 2015 he developed a tumor encasing his ribs. In December my vet very kindly came to the Black Pearl to observe him and recommended examination. He allowed me to catch him without any trouble and behaved well at the vet.
Almost all his remaining teeth were removed. They were infected and cleaning himself had become too painful. What remained were two teeth and a big appetite.
However, Barnaby was not only FIV positive, but his cancer was inoperable. I was immensely grateful to the CSAF Sanctuary offering him a place. When my Red Prince returned from his dental operation, still on medication for a week, he got a big cage all to himself with a cosy basket and a big clean litter tray in the warmest container. Unused to such luxuries Barnaby lay down in the novel litter tray and purred.
Later we moved him to the hospice enclosure with the blind or nervous or very old cats. Two other cats with cancer were also receiving care there. Cats in this enclosure are quiet and gentle and we try to keep the enclosure as cosy, clean and friendly as possible.
Barnaby settled bravely and well, resting in favourite places which changed with the season. First it was a cosy basket high up on the cupboard, then a sheltered hole "with a view" in the top of a scratchpost, then a cushioned shelf on another scratchpost from where he could view the cats outside. Sometimes it was a big soft cushion on which he rested in a very relaxed, grateful and touching manner. I visited him every day and he always came down to greet me, looking at me intently from his expressive, almost burning eyes.
My visits triggered Black Pearl memories in him: the moment he saw me he rushed to the food dishes always available on the floor and began to eat ferociously. I had to rush to get out the special food for him otherwise he would be full of "ordinary" food before the special was served. On his dying day he was still so vigorous, he even chased a big, strong white tom literally five times his size from the food dish they both had chosen simultaneously.
The Red Prince was very loyal, amazingly upbeat, very appreciative and above all very brave. Born in the rocks above the sea of a shy feral mother he had built up love and confidence throughout his life. Over the last three months I was allowed to touch him, to brush him with a toothbrush and he purred when I stroked him. He even let me clean his eyes.
With this moon waxing he became increasingly interested in sitting next to the door on a mat and looking out. Last night he probably slipped out of the enclosure when visitors were not paying attention and this morning he was a "real" sanctuary outdoor cat. Eyeliner was so proud when I came and he greeted me outside! He followed me into the enclosure though, like in the old Black Pearl days, with his tail up.
I was reminded of other cats passing away after they had seen the full moon, of cats getting out of doors to find a place in the open to die and realized that Barnaby was on his way too. I told him that the funny Ta-Xbiex big grey and white tramp Dusty, his father the Big Red Tom, Tess, Despina and of course kind, gentle Honey were all waiting and looking out for him.
I could hold him and the vet who had visited Barnaby at the Black Pearl and cared for him in the Sanctuary was kind, gentle and very good. She gave Barnaby just anesthesia and when he was fast asleep an anesthetic overdose. I did not notice when he went! I talked to him while all the other cats sat very quietly around us. James, one of his big grey and white friends next to us, all the others relaxed, sleeping or resting. Even the cats outside came close, creating a good, very quiet and comforting atmosphere, very, very much like what one of his many feeders calls "Best time" after feeding at the Black Pearl.
Barnaby by now has completed his journey. Clever, courageous and trusting. He is the Red Prince again, in all his strength and burning beauty.
For but a brief moment...
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Sadly, not all the cats we take in have long fulfilling lives in new homes, or happily lived lives here at the Sanctuary. Many live only a short time. Found too late, too ill, too badly injured... But we do all we can to ensure that they have good food, medical treatment, and very importantly, that they know love and care while they are with us - no matter how brief their stay with us is on their journey...
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