RIP BISCUIT
09.10.2000 - 07.09.2011
In our hearts and in our arms from the beginning to the very end.
He was loved and he will forever be missed though never absent from our hearts or thoughts.
Update:
We found a great pet cremation combo between Furry Souls and Paws and Reflect.
Janine from Furry Souls was wonderful and helped us organise a beautiful urn for biscuit -
which was delivered to Caroline at Paws and Reflect, who is another wonderfully warm person who ensured that the whole process for collecting Biscuits corpse was done with great respect and warmth - leaving us with a feeling of great comfort that he will be looked after for the entire cremation process.
Ingrid extended out the memorial for Biscuit with a story which was left on Janine's site and is copied here for posterity:
In our hearts and in our arms from the beginning to the very end.
He was always independent from the start, pride and vanity were parts of his demeanour and he was moody as only royalty could be ... but he was also gentle, loving and affectionate and he could make you smile with the quietest meow or the silliest act of play.
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Bikky liked attention - on his terms! :) He was never a lap cat. But, if I stood in one place and called him, he would come up and wind himself around my legs. He did this because he did enjoy attention, he just didn't want to be picked up! I'd pat his head and his back. He was happy, and he would jump up and stand on his little hind feet and rub his head on my knee for a pat. He was so cute! Sometimes he would let me pick him up and cuddle him and pat him. Providing it wasn't for too long! He would get grumpy if you didn't let him down when he wanted all 4 paws on the ground.
He loved feathered things. He loved chasing feathered things, and sleeping with feathered things. Needless to say, his favourite toy was a feathered thing. I remember one time at night in bed, when Hubby and I wanted to sleep, Biscuit was jumping around on the bed... playing with a toy. I threw it into the hall. He bounded after it! And brought it back. I threw it away again... and he brought it back and continued to play with it. This happened about 4 times before I decided to just shut the door. After a few noises of cat bouncing around playing catch, it went quiet. Then, we hear this plaintive, "Meow?" at the door. :)
We will be missing his cute, grumpy, furry presence around the house.
RIP Biscuit. We are happy to have many good memories to treasure.
He was loved and he will forever be missed though never absent from our hearts or thoughts.
