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Ringo Good Cat Angel with Fur

Dear Readers,

Ringo has been gone now a little over 26 hours. I just cleaned out her litter box and completely broke down crying. The house is empty without her.

One of the first pics of Ringo, May 1999.
One of the first pics of Ringo, May 1999 at 5 weeks old.

Our announcement about Ringo to friends and family,
written yesterday 10/1/2014:

January 2006 at age 7, photo by Ari Halberstadt
January 2006 at age 7, photo by Ari Halberstadt

Ringo Halberstadt Turits Good Cat

Born, exact date unknown, March 1999
Joined Andy & Elana on May 2, 1999
Died Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Our Dear Sweet Angel Cat, Ringo left this planet at around 10:30 am this morning. 
She was 15 years and 7 months old.

Ringo was born in Hoboken, NJ and rescued by Eileen “Honey” O’Leary. We were truly blessed to have luck put us right there to pass by a friend, who called us over and said, “Guys, you’ve got to come see these kittens!” Andy and I found her there when she was approximately five weeks old. We brought her home and she became an essential part of our family. We have loved Ringo every day since and she has loved us.

Ringo died peacefully and with us holding her paws and touching her beautiful fur. 
The last things she saw were our faces and hands. The last words she heard were 
“We love you. You are a good cat. Thank you, Ringo.”

We talked about arriving at the Rainbow Bridge. We envisioned for her an open field with wildflowers, bugs and butterflies to catch, and a sunny spot of sun for her to be in always.

Grace and Peace to Our Beloved, Ringo, our Love Angel Cat of Destiny and Healing Paws. We miss you dearly, terribly, and we are heartbroken. But we’re also immensely relieved that you are free of pain. Your infinite, kind spirit and soul are already working in mysterious ways to help us through.

Yesterday Max said: “Ringo’s work here is done. She has achieved all her life goals. So now, she can rest.”

This afternoon, after we told him the news, he looked up to the sky and waved, “Hi Ringo.” And then he said, “She will meet up with all the other cats. There’s a cloud where all the cats and animals you knew are playing together. No more pain and running free like when she was a kitten.”

All Goodness and Love.

The last pic I took of Ringo at 12:27am on Oct. 1, 2014, her last night's sleep at home on the purple couch.
The last pic I took of Ringo at 12:27am on Oct. 1, 2014, age 15 years and 7months  for her last night’s sleep at home on the purple couch. (The black spot on her left hind leg is where the extra sweetness went in when she was made.) 

The Forest

Dear Readers,

Happy New Year and a special welcome to all the new subscribers. As always, thanks to everyone here, and for reading.

Max and trees

Last night, tucked in bed, Max said,
“What if our forest is dead?
I want to go back there.”

With a tree

I was stunned, almost speechless.
We moved a year and a half ago. We hadn’t spoken of our old home in a while, at least not out loud.

Where is this coming from?

Backyard deer

“Max, the people who live in our old house are taking care of the forest now.”

“But, I need to see it with my own eyes.”

The Willow Tree

I’d been dreaming of it lately. I’ve woken up — startled.
Where am I?

“Max, we can’t go  back, but we have our memories.
Do you want to see pictures of our forest?”

“No. I want to time travel back. To see it in real life.”

I couldn’t think of what to say next. I miss our forest, too.

Winter trees

“Max, I understand how you feel.”
I wanted to say, I feel the same way.

Winter trees and sky

Then, thankfully, holding my hand, he fell asleep.

That night, last night, I had more dreams.
About our forest. About our old home.

Winter visitors

In the day, more thoughts come and go.
About what it means to leave a place you love.

Snowy day Max and tree

About how long it takes to get used to a new place.
How long it takes to let go of an old one.
That it happens simultaneously; the letting go, the getting used to.
That it takes time. It takes a long time.

Snow light

I try to find trees wherever I go.
There was a spectacular sunset here.

Treetops Sunset, January 6, 2012

But I still miss our forest.
And apparently, so does Max.

Crumbling leaves

I have pictures.
All the memories.
Sometimes it hurts to think about it.
Sometimes it just hurts too much to remember.
Don’t think about it.


But then, Max says the words we’re thinking.

Maybe it is fine to remember little bits at a time.
While we get used to the new.
While we let go of our forest.

Our forest of trees and the magic we found there.

Tree treasures
Max in Spring
Pinecones we collected
Climbing tree

All photos of Max and trees, except the Jan 2112 sunset, were taken at our former home in Dutchess County, in New York’s Hudson Valley.