In Loving Memory of My Cat Ollie
Age 16
(1987- February 6, 2003)



Ollie came into my home in January 1994. Ollie was 7 years old and his coat was white and gray and on his head the gray looked like a cap on his head. His walk was light and when he would trot from one room to the next it was like he had springs on his legs.

He started his life with me in NJ and ventured out on a 4-day car ride to Texas when I moved to Austin in July 1994. He was a trooper! He didn't even mind being on a leash.

When I would be sitting on the couch I would tap it and he would jump up next to me for attention…purring so loud. Ollie loved being petted especially on the head and under his chin and he would purr up a storm, real loud and paw my arm as if to say "please continue.

When I would go to bed for the night he loved to sleep on my pillow above my head. Sometimes he took a liking to lick my hair.

When I would shake the treat box, he would come running for this special occasion. During the past few months he took a liking to eating some leftover oatmeal.

He loved to play with the feather toy on a stick, he would hit the feather right on every
time it came around in a circle to him as if he was playing tetherball.

Ollie liked to drink water, he would dip his paw in the water bowl and lick his paw. He also loved drinking in the toilet and tub so I set up a cup of water on the tub ledge and he drank from there.

Olllie loved being outside too with the other kitties or by himself. He loved lying in the sun. When he was very weak, he went outside one more time on his own and layed down in the grass. It was as if he knew it would be his last time to do that. I am glad he did that too!

Ollie, you were such a sweat heart and good friend. You loved anyone that wanted to be with you! You will always have a special place in my heart and your previous owners Jan and Scott will have fond memories too. I will miss you very much!


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. 
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... 

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