Dear Mom

by FIFe CHI Parano De La Renouee of Kopriha
[Picture of Parano]

If you are reading this message, it means that my life on this world has come to an end.

I've had a great life. I started as a rambunctious kitten who loved to play. Soon, I grew into a wonderful show cat. I did so well at the shows that I became an international champion - receiving champion titles in France, Germany and Italy. After my show career, I became a stud and produced many litters of kittens. Some time passed and eventually I moved to the United States. It was great there - more pretty girls and I got to see the countryside of New Hampshire. Soon, I moved to my last family in Massachusetts. I had a friend that I really grew to trust. He always came to take care of me and called me 'son'.

I've loved and I have been loved. I hope to see you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

- Your loving son, Parano

Parano's Story

by Dave Kopper

I just have to explain a little about Parano - my most favorite of all cats. When we started our cattery a while back, it was a difficult decision. We had to deal with lots of hard questions and equally difficult answers.

Fortunately, we had a friend in Diane Matheny. She taught us a LOT about breeding and having a cattery (starting by making sure we really understood what our decision meant). She also was the person who allowed Parano to come into our lives. He wasn't exactly a young cat then (about 11 years old or so), and he really didn't get along with men very well. I knew he would change for me... it was just a matter of spending lots of time with him. Always being concerned for his welfare - making sure to be up on everything and always protecting him. It was a lot of work - but Parano made remarkable changes.

It took a lot of work, but we were the best of buddies that you could be. He recognized the sound of our car pulling into the driveway and would start to call for me to come see him just as I got to the house. He'd talk to me as I'd work on the computers - one winter I got to work at home and he LOVED to be around me during the day. He purred and played with catnip toys and chased strings around the room with me. I don't know of many other 16 year old cats that play with you like that!

I did everything I could to make Parano happy for as long as possible. I'd always spend time with him, trying to groom a little. I've got scratch marks from early on - but he really grew to trust me.

I tried to preserve Parano through his kittens - and we had some great success. Kopriha's Quintessence... she was a great kid. Many of the kittens we've placed are great too... His last litter of kittens left our house less than six months ago. We believe that they all have happy families that just love their Birmans.

I will miss Parano. But, his kidneys are failing and his eyes are bothering him. It is obvious to me that I just can not sustain a high quality of life for him any longer. Anything less would be putting him through pain and suffering. I can't do that to such a great buddy of mine. So, I must say goodbye to my friend. I will see him when I cross the Rainbow Bridge to be with him.

Goodbye son!

The Rainbow Bridge

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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

*Author Unknown*

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