Remembering Roscoe

Welcome to Roscoe's Wake

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Today is Opus and Roscoe's birthday. It is also the third anniversary of Cat Naps in Italy. Their blog was a gift for their 10Th birthday. Our home is a sad one and we don't feel like celebrating, but we know that our little Roscoe would not want any of us to be sad. In honor of his thirteenth birthday, we are celebrating Roscoe's life.

Come on in, look through the photos and read through the posts. Take a moment to enjoy the music, each song was chosen special for Roscoe.

Friends are welcome to leave a comment or write a post. It can be a tribute, a favorite story, a poem, photo or whatever you feel like sharing. By remembering Roscoe, we keep him alive.

My Roscoe

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For Christmas, all I wanted was a kitten. What I got were years of friendship, entertainment, laughter, snuggles, and unconditional love.

Opus and Roscoe always had very different personalities; personalities that changed little over the twelve and a half years that we had each other. That Christmas afternoon in 1995 I was told to close my eyes. When I opened them I came face to face with two of the cutest kittens I had ever seen. Roscoe had a red bow on the top of his head while Opus wore a green one. No one knew if the kittens were boys or girls or one of each. With the vet being closed over the holidays, I had to wait a few days to find out.

Roscoe hiding in the tub while Opus watches.
Can you see his ears?

Once freed from Christmas bows, Opus immediately sneaked behind the couch, snuggled up on top of the heat vent and went to sleep. Roscoe, on the other hand, went right to playing. As we tried to video tape him he kept batting at the lens cap, which made it swing. The more it would swing, the harder he would hit it, causing it to swing more. I couldn't stop laughing.

In the days that followed, I tired to guess the sex of my kittens. Opus was more serious, aloof, and acted like a grown up cat. He found it more interesting to just sit back and watch. Maybe he was trying to figure me out. Roscoe never sat still. There were just too many interesting things to explore in his new home. He was also very loving and wanted to held. This made me think that he was a girl while I guessed that Opus must be a boy. Imagine my surprise a few days later when the vet confirmed that Opus and Roscoe were both males! And from that day on, Opus and Roscoe were loving refereed to as "the boys".

Roscoe sitting like a man

Roscoe was also a clumsy kitten. He would constantly fall off of the couch, getting stuck between the furniture and the wall. When he would try to jump up on the counters he always missed judged the distance. I lost count of the times he would try to jump up only to hit the side of the counter and fall down. Never mind the fact that he wasn't even suppose to be ON the kitchen counters.

Several days passed and the kittens remained nameless. I tried to come with cute, matching names (Salt and Pepper or Abbott and Costello) but the none of the matching names fit the personalities of the kittens. Then one day, as I watched my clumsy cat the name came to me. Roscoe P. Coletrain. He was the sheriff from the old TV show "The Dukes of Hazzard". It wasn't that I was a huge Hazzard fan. You see, the sheriff was a bit goofy and extremely clumsy. But underneath it all, he was good man with a kind heart. Just like my Roscoe; goofy, clumsy but a great cat with a good heart. And so that is how Roscoe got his name. And his clumsiness? It turned out that he had ear mites which were affecting his balance! Once those cleared up, he was much less clumsy.

Roscoe LOVED the radiator on cold winter days...

The kittens were given to me on Christmas day 1995. Five months later, I moved out of my parents house and into my first apartment. It was on the 8Th floor of a high rise in down town Fort Wayne, IN. My window over looked a river lined with giant beautiful trees. The boys would sit in the window watching the world below. They spent the first year and half of their lives thinking that everything in the world was miniature.

... He also loved to sleep flat on his back...

In 1997, in desperate need for a change the boys and I packed up my car and moved to Indianapolis. You can imagine how surprised they were to see how much bigger the world was from a second story window! I cherish the years we spent together in Indianapolis. They were my friends and my family all rolled into one. When I first moved there, I didn't know very many people and spent many nights at home with the boys. Over the years they nursed me through heart breaks, snuggled on me when I sick, and gave me the kind of unconditional love that only a pet can give.

... ALL the time!

In 2001 I fell in love an incredible, Italian man with a sexy accent. Opus was a little leery of him during that first visit, but old Roscoe welcomed Danilo into our lives with open paws. I could go on with a long list of things that I find attractive about my husband, but one of the things I have loved about him the most has always been his affection towards Opus and Roscoe.

A few years later, Danilo and I were discussing the possibility of me moving to Italy. Before I would even consider the question I had to know one thing. Could Opus and Roscoe come? Of course Danilo was delighted to have the boys, but we didn't know if it was possible to import cats to Italy. It wasn't until I was absolutely sure that the boys could come did I even consider the move.

Leaving America at O'hare Airport in Chicago (Roscoe is on top)

Flying to Italy with Opus and Roscoe was the longest flight of my life. Because of regulations, my boys had to go into cargo in separate cages. My family and I drove three hours to Chicago just so I could take a direct flight to Italy; I was too worried that the boys might miss a connection and then be stuck at an airport in America while I was in Italy. Danilo met us in Milan and then drove us two and half hours home, even though there was a closer airport in Bologna. That way there was only one flight and no connections. I was so happy to be reunited with boys once we landed. And though they were frightened, they were both fine.

Arriving in Milan

I can't begin to tell you what it has meant having Opus and Roscoe with me in Italy. Leaving your home country for a new one is not an easy thing. There are always moments of homesickness. After almost four years, I still miss my culture, my language, my friends, my family and my country. But having Opus and Roscoe with me is like having a slice of my old American life right here in Italy. I feel like did not come here alone, they made the trip with me. We are in this together.

Our new life in Italy

To say that it has been a rough few weeks is a bit of an understatement. Every day that passes, I miss Roscoe more. But today, I will not be sad. Today I will think of my little friend and smile. I will remember all of the funny things he did on a daily basis, like sleeping on my head or talking constantly, that made me smile.

Keeping me warm in the winter months. Roscoe ALWAYS loved to sleep
ON my head when it was really cold.

We pet owners think that we are pet owners. But that just isn't true. The truth is that our pets own us. I feel lucky to have had Roscoe in my life. And I will always be proud that he and Opus are my owners.

Mio carissimo Roscoe, ci vediamo ancora....
(My sweet Roscoe, we will see each other again...)

Roscoe: My Brother, My Friend

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Dear Friends and loved ones,
We gather today to remember the life of my brother Roscoe on this, his thirteenth birthday. We were born on a cool fall day at a farm in northern Indiana. Roscoe was runt of the liter; small, sickly and in need of extra attention.

I saw to it from the start that I would always be there to watch over him, protect him, play with him, cuddle him, and love him.

Though there were other kittens in the litter, Roscoe and I shared an extra bond. Where ever one went, the other was sure to follow. The woman who owned us recognized this right away and tried desperately to find a home that would take us both. But that autumn no one seemed interested in two kittens. One by one, our brothers and sisters left for their new homes, until it was just Roscoe and I left. Though our human had only hoped for one kitten that Christmas, she got two.
Roscoe and I were inseparable from the start. In the (almost) thirteen years we were together, we were never separated. Not once. We ate together, slept together, played together, got into trouble together and even fought together.

On cold winter days, you could always find us snuggled up together in front of the radiator. Without Roscoe, this winter will surly be a cold one.

Roscoe and I had very different personalities from the start. He always acted like a fun, loving kitten (even when he was old) who was always interested in playing, greeting guests, and meowing at the top of his lungs. I, on the other hand, have always been more like a cat; even when I was a kitten. It takes me a while to warm up to people, I am always cautious, quiet, and I HATE it when strangers come to our home.

I always thought that Roscoe was lucky to have me. I was the one who kept him safe. I was the cautious voice of reason who kept us out of trouble. But now I understand just how wrong I was. I was the lucky one. It was Roscoe who taught me to think young, have fun and enjoy the most out of every day.

There are no words to tell you how much I miss my brother. I call out to him late at night, meowing into a darkness that never answers back. I sometimes forget that he is gone and find myself checking the closets where he liked to curl up for naps. Life will go on without Roscoe, but I assure you mine will NEVER be the same.

These past two weeks our human have noticed a difference in my personality. I am starting to talk much more and I have become more playful. Every once in a while, she catches me pouncing on my toy mice; something I haven't done much in recent years. I do this for Roscoe. Every time I walk into a room talking, every time I pounce on a toy or chase our human's shoe laces it is like a part of Roscoe is still alive in our home. I will honor and remember him by keeping our home a fun place to live.

Roscoe will always be alive, in our memories and deep inside our hearts.

Thank you Roscoe for being the best brother a cat could ever have. Until we meet again.....

Love,
Opus

Sweet Sweet Roscoe

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I don't even know how to begin to put into words how much you have been a part of our family. Even though we never met, the mom of the house has shared many sweet loving stories about you. You and Opus were her first grand kitties and the two of you had plenty of love to go around for everyone.

Grammy picked the photos (she couldn't decide on one) that I am using for this post. She told me that one of your favorite places to take a rest was on the kitchen chair. When the chair would be pulled out from under the table your sweet little face would be looking up to see who had disturbed your sleep. Your gran was always happy to have you on her chair because she would get an extra hug and snuggle from you when she gently lifted you up off of the chair.

Where to begin? Opus and Roscoe, Roscoe and Opus, you two have always been together since you were born. You cannot say one name without saying the other as you were always side-by-side, looking out for each other.

You were always the first one ready to go out on an adventure. You dazzled us with all of your out-of-this-world clothes but for you your clothes were never too over-the-top.

You were instrumental in getting CCSI (Cat/Canine Crime Scene Investigaton) off the ground by writing and directing, with your brother, the first episode and seeing that this show was of the highest standards. You wanted to involve as many of those in the blogging community as you could and offered open cast calls. The rest as they say in history: we have had three award winning CCSI shows with the promise of more to come. All of the future shows will be done to honor your memory.

All of our adventures are captured in the many photographs taken along the way. I could hardly wait until a holiday was rolling around. I would keep an eye out and be so happy when you had a trip in mind. The more the merrier, but of course we had plenty of R&R time too.

I cannot believe that you are not here where we can see and hear you. My heart and your grammy's heart are so heavy that sometimes we think they will break. At times your name will bring the tears to the eyes. We know we are being selfish because we still want you here with us. Our brain tells us that we knew you were ill and had to go to The Rainbow Bridge, but are heart doesn't want to listen to that. We know that it was your time to go and that now you are forever free of any pain or illness. You have new friends you have met since you went to the bridge and also are with your old friends who were waiting for you to join them.

We all will meet again and forever be together someday. You are gone too soon from our lives but never forgotten. We think of you every day and will love you forever.

Rest well sweet little one.
Love,
Sassy & Grammy

His Friends Were Waiting

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Over the Rainbow

from left to right:
Ralph, Maxime, Miral, Roscoe's Aunt Muffett,
Roscoe, Emil & Anastasia

Our Bestest Man

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So much fond memories cross our minds. We had so many adventures together. But, Roscoe, the memory that is in our heart forever is the one of our wedding... The day bestest friends became bestest men, and bestest men became bestest family!

Thank you, brother!!
Karl & Ruis

You Will Always Be Part Of Our Family

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The very first time I met Opus and Roscoe was for their birthday party last year! And I was two days late as is evidenced in the date of my comment....
It was such a full year - producing capers with CCSI, traveling the world together, having glorious parties - it sure feels like a whole lifetime that we have known each other.

Roscoe and his brother Opus - "the Italians" - visited Ruis and me on our Antarctica cruise, we went to Cheerleading Academy together and celebrated the carnival in Venice. We traveled to Ireland via Italy, partied in New York City and roamed the African countryside. And of course "the Italians" came over to Arizona for our first blogoversary party and we worked together on two CCSI prodcutions.
Roscoe and Opus threw the best bachelor party ever for Ruis and me and became our best men, the bestest men a couple could wish for!
And they also organized the most beautiful wake for our beloved Emil, who left for the bridge about three month before Roscoe.
To say I will miss you Roscoe does not even start to describe it. Who will wear a pink glitter outfit like you did, jump on a zebra's back in a heartbeat, dare a rhinoceros with a torero's cape, join the Masai in dance and swim with hippos?

Dear Roscoe, you will always be a part of our family here at The Cat Realm. And while your body might not be with Mrs. OZ, Tintin and me anymore, your spirit always will be. And I know that at the bridge you will get into mischief with our two other beloved members of The Cat Realm, Anastasia and Emil.

I miss you friend, brother, buddy, colleague....
Your Karl

The Bagpipe Band Remembers Roscoe

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Roscoe had his paws in many pies. One of those pies happened to be the International Interspeices Irish Bagpipe Band. The first time they played together was at the Saint Patrick's Day festival in Ireland this past March. Roscoe was particularly proud to have mastered playing the bagpipes and was strangely ecstatic to have a good excuse to wear a skirt.

The International Interspeices Irish Bagpipe Band gathers today to honor and remember their friend, Roscoe.

An Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Always with me

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My sweetest Friend

You will always be wif me in my heawt..

I'll nevew fowget youw kindness and

all the fun we had..the wind in ouw haiw

all the sights and adventoowes...we will see each othew again

Ciao , not goodbye till then Roscoe.

tanti baci

Asta

Remembering Roscoe

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This is your birthday and I hope you are celebrating it with our friends at the Bridge. Your memory lives forever in my kitty heart. This picture in our last adventure together is a lasting memory of your kindness and loyalty.

Farewell, my dear friend, until we meet again!!!!

Roscoe

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A big thank you to our friends Don and Deb. They were just in Italy this summer and got to visit the boys. We will cherish this video forever.

Roscoe Sings

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For his male human on January 28, 2006

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We are better for having known yoo

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Oh, deer Roscoe, how we miss yoo! Yoo brot so much joy into owr days and we loved reeding abowt yoo an Opus' advenchers in Italy. It's hard to imajine an Opus withowt a Roscoe, and owr harts go owt to yer ladey and Opus; we think of yoo evry day. Thanks for the time we had with yoo.

Yer frends,
Skeezix the Cat, Maobert, Rocky, and TRIPPER THE PSYKO STRAY CAT

We will always love you

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We had only just met you, and are so sad to see you go. We are happy though that you now have lots and lots of new friends to play with.

Love,

Niko and Cloud

The Rainbow Connection, honors Roscoe

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Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see
Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find itThe Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
-kermit the frog

For you Roscoe, & all of your friends & ours at the Rainbow Bridge.
Your mommy and brother miss you so very very much and love you forevers!!

love,
sir stripes, junior, lucky and pengy + maw bean at whatloknows,
-wlk crew.

A Pets Ten Commandments

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1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work,
your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice
when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and
yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something
might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in
the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't
bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if
you are there, because I love you so. ALWAYS!

Posted by Junior and Orion

We love you Roscoe

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Roscoe, we love you and we miss you. We will miss your adventures and we will miss your outstanding outfits. You were a wonderful furriend and we will remember you always.

We will not say good bye- just "until we meet again"

Sammy and Miles Meezer and Billy SweetFeets Gingersnap

The Adventures of Opus & Roscoe

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A CCSI Tribute to Roscoe

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A New Star Shines Bright

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Roscoe,

I never really got to know you very well, and that makes me sad. You seemed so intelligent, curious, alert, and full of joy. I always liked you and thought you were lots of fun. I loved your spirit. The world is duller without you in it, but there is a new bright star shining and the rainbow is brighter. I know there was a huge welcome party for you at the bridge. That's the kind of cat you are. I will miss you!!

Love,

Beau

Roscoe Was Such Fun To Know

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Roscoe was such fun! We always loved him! He made us smile and laugh out loud! We picked this picture of Him because it typified his adventuresome spirit and wonderful clothes style! We will always remember him! And we miss him a lot! Till we meet again Roscoe!

Your FL furiends, Samantha & Mr. Tigger

I'm Free

By Author Unknown Don't grieve for me; for now I'm free, I'm following the path God layed for me, I took his lead when I heard Him call, I turned back and then left it all, I could not stay another day, To purr, to love, to work, or play, Events uncompleted must stay that way, I'm found at peace at the close of the day. If my parting left a void, then fill it with remembered joy, A friendship shared, a purr, a kiss, Oh yes, these things I, too, will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savored much: Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, Don't lengthen it now with undue grief, Lift up your heart and share with me; God wanted me now, he set me free.

Feetsball

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What I shared with Roscoe and Opus was feetsball. I would update them every week on how the Colts did. One year we went through weeks of the Colts being unbeaten. Then finally success in that the Colts made it to the Stouper Bowl.
When the day came for them to cheer their team on, they did it up right. Blue and white wigs and painted their faces blue and white too. Their mum hosted a party as well, even though it was very late, actually early the next morning. It was quite a party, but they got to cellybrate a win.

Now Roscoe can watch all of the feetsball he wants from up on high.

Farewill my dear furiend. I will miss your but know that you are in a better place.

Purrs and love,

Derby, The Sassycat

Celebrating Roscoe

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Opus has declared today, their 13th birthday, to be a day of celebrating his brother Roscoe’s life. We’re here as a family, but Percy and Rusty would like to say a few words first.

Percy: When I joined the CCSI cast of “The Santa Caper” last year, I wasn’t aware there would be a formal cast party. Jan couldn’t afford to buy me a suitable wardrobe for the trip, so I wasn’t going to attend. Opus and Roscoe generously offered to lend me whatever I needed, including one of their spare tuxedos.

Opus, Percy and Roscoe

When I got home, I found their tuxedo at the bottom of my suitcase. I offered to return it, but the guys told me it was a gift. Opus might not know that before I left, Roscoe offered to give me the orange tux he originally purchased for the party.

Roscoe had a special flair for wearing flamboyant outfits. Nothing was too outlandish for him, but Opus and I both lack the ability to carry it off with Roscoe’s panache, so I didn’t accept the gift. I really admired Roscoe for being comfortable with himself and not letting others deter him from living his life with zeal and passion.

Rusty: I still chuckle at the memory of Opus yelling, “Shark, shark,” as Sassy, Momo, Charlie and the rest of the group on a cruise around the bay watched a fin slowly approach the boat.When Opus’ voice rose several octaves and he started screaming, “Seriously, get out of the water, there’s a real shark coming,” we rolled on the deck with laughter as Roscoe’s body suddenly sprang from the water and he started cat paddling as fast as he could for safety. When he caught his breath, he chased Opus around the boat for spoiling his joke.

JFF: At Karl’s party, after a few too many “BBQ’d lizards,” Roscoe dared Buddy to go off the high dive into the hot tub. A hot tub does not have a high dive. The only high diving that day was Buddy trying to climb the tree limb that stretched above the tub. (In case you haven’t met Buddy yet, he’s a 50+ pound hound dog.

We all really enjoyed Roscoe’s sense of humor and adventure.We have seen so many pictures of Roscoe, some serious and some in jest.We all agree that this is one of our favorites.

Roscoe, we wish you were here today celebrating your birthday with Opus and your folks, wearing your bathing cap, drinking a niptini, and playing pranks on your guests. We all miss you, but we have wonderful memories, and we will see you again one day at the bridge.

And Opus, allowing Roscoe to have the limelight is just your nature, but you also deserve special recognition today. We know Cyndi and Danilo are giving you extra attention, but we want to wish you a very special Happy Birthday! – and many more to come.

Photos are courtesy of Sassy, Opus & Roscoe

Dear Roscoe

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Farewell and love from Pyewacket and Tigger - and Trixie sends her love too.

Remembering Roscoe

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We did not know Roscoe well but we know he's with Evita and all our furriends who wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge. Please know that we love you and miss you.

Lend Me A Kitten

I will lend to you for awhile a kitten, God said.
For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three.
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you and, should his stay be brief
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn.

I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true.
And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again?

I fancied that I heard them say 'Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done'
For all the joys this kitten brings the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

But should you call him back much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve,
Then in memory of him whom we loved, please help us while we grieve.
When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,
Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life.
~ Author Unknown ~

You are in our thoughts and prayers
Krasota Castle Cats

MISS PEACH MISSES HER FARM BOY...

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A HAPPY RAINBOW ROSE FOR ROSCOE covered with our tears...

Dearest family and friends of Roscoe...he was my friend, he was my beloved farm boy...I will miss him so much. This is my grandbean Cole holding the gray kitten who we think was sent by Roscoe.

We found this verse that touches our hearts...

~~~The years I've worn you,
warm upon my shoulder,
ended here,
surprised to find us older.
And there was nothing
left to do today
but hold you close
and help you on your way.
Be still, my little cat,
be well; be free.
I know that you're somewhere near,
and loving me.~~~~
~ Lynette Combs~

In our hearts forever

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Roscoe, all of us at Artsy Catsy are celebrating your life on this day and every day. Your sweet face and your life of adventures added so much to ours.

One place at a time, you packed your bags and took us to so many exciting places all over the world. Now that you've traveled over the Rainbow Bridge, we know you no longer have to be one place at a time - you're everywhere - including in all our hearts, where you will live forever. The adventure, love, laughter and joy you shared with the world is eternal and will bring us comfort and joy every day of our lives.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.

All our love to you, Roscoe - and to Opus and your family,

~ Artsy Catsy:

(Rocky, Callie, Fracas, Lucy, Mr. Milky, Oscar, Ivan, LittleGirl, Bitsy, Pepper, and the human artists Sharolyn & Suzanne)

Our world is grayer without you in it

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Whenever Roscoe was around he made our lives brighter. He brought excitement and adventure into our lives with his special Roscoe flair.

(Socks) One of my favourite memories was when Roscoe showed us around Italy. Playing thundering herds of elephants in the Leaning Tower of Pisa will always be one of the highlights of my life. Roscoe was always looking for an adventure, now he has embarked on the "Great Adventure" leaving his brother Opus and many of his friends behind. It is with a heavy heart that I bid Roscoe farewell for now. ~Socks

(Scylla & Charybdis) Roscoe brought excitement to our lives. We loved dancing with him in Lord of the Dance. He made us feel special. Roscoe had a gift for making everyone feel special and like they could do anything. We didn't even have stage fright with him leading us. Roscoe we wished the dance could have lasted forever. Our world is grayer without you in it. ~Scylla & Charybdis

(Socks, Scylla & Charybdis singing)

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Gone but Never Forgotten Roscoe

2008-09-18T21:38:00.005+02:00

They will not go quietly,
the cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survive.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them....
and always will.
~ Linda Barnes

You will be missed Roscoe, by all you family and friends. But we promise not to be sad, we'll think of all of your wonderful adventures, and your fun-loving spirit - and we will smile.

Love and Purrs,
Pearl, Bert and Jake

Roscoe... we'll not forget you...

2008-09-18T18:19:00.004+02:00

Swingin' On A Star!

Love from Maggy & Zoey, Zoolatry

We Love and Miss You Roscoe

2008-09-16T16:25:00.003+02:00

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Roscoe, Off on the Greatest Adventure of All

2008-09-15T14:04:00.001+02:00