His Royal Oranginess King Marmalade
A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
His Royal Oranginess
King Marmalade
May 1993-December 1, 2004

WEEP NOT FOR ME,
IN MEMORY OF A BELOVED CAT

Weep not for me though I am gone;
into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will but not for long,
upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace,
my soul's at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was blessed;
for all those many years.
There is no pain,
I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts.
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath;
remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life.

- Constance Jenkins

 

We think of Marmie...

  • Getting caught in the shoe tree and running around with it like a caboose
  • Sleeping under the dresses in the closet
  • Ruling his subjects from the back of the couch
  • Jumping on the three-tiered shelf
  • Swatting Chester from the new shelf
  • Demanding the white afghan be fixed properly
  • Sitting on my desk while I tried to work
  • Howling at night with the red and white string
  • Smacking the pom-pom on the macramé plant hanger to show it who was boss
  • Being baffled at what Muffin wanted when she went into heat after her kittens (before she was spayed)
  • Sleeping all curled up with Mocha under our bed when we first adopted them
  • Purring so loudly it was a ROAR
  • Getting pinned to ground by Mocha when she'd had enough and getting boxed by Muffin's huge paws
  • Enjoying windows
  • Licking his red and white catnip sockie
  • Napping on our desk chairs
  • Demanding that his head be petted and that we worship the royal orange stripes
  • Sitting under the Xmas tree and being awed at how magical it seemed to be
  • Showing great pride as he presented us with various creature gifts: mice, bats, chipmunks
  • Butting his head against the oxygen cage while at the emergency clinic, demanding to be petted
  • Sleeping in the sunshine the day his heart stopped
  • Giving us love undconditionally...
Marmalade's Journey to Heaven

H.R.O.'s journey to heaven.  He was a TWO angel cat.

Marmalade with Clouds and Rainbow

H.R.O. demands that the clouds be arranged just the way he likes them.

HRO Rules from Heaven

H.R.O. rules us from heaven, where he is seated at the right hand of God.

A LIVING LOVE

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend.  You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.

Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter -- simply because something in its eyes reached your heart.

But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room -- and when you feel it brush against you for the first time -- it instills a felling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.  It will be a day like and other.  Routine and unexceptional.

But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth.

You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy.

And you will see sleep where you once saw activity.

So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet -- and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness.

And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on third day -- if your friend and God have not decided for you, the you will be faced with making a decision of your own -- on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest spirit.

But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you -- you will feel alone as a sing star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must.

And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul -- a bit smaller in size than your own -- seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay -- you will remember those three significant days.

The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own.

You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you.

If you reject it, it will depress you.

if you embrace it, it will deepen you.

Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when--along with the memory of your pet -- and piercing through the heaviness of your heart -- there will a come a realization that belongs only to you.

It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved and lost.

This realization takes the form of a Living Love -- like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted.  This Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember.

It is a love we have earned.

It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live.  It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -- it is a Love that we will always possess.

Written by Martin Scot Kosins

Rainbow PawprintWe love you, Marmalade.
Till we're together again...

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Special thanks to all the kind folks who took care of Marmalade at Truesdell Animal Care Hospital, Veterinary Emergency Services, and the UW Vet School.  You make a difference!

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