Hello fellow fur kitties . . . I thought I would take a moment to introduce you to my fur sister who has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Her name was Muff and my mom and her husband got Muff from a farm in rural South Carolina in 1978, the year my mom graduated from College. My mom grew up with dogs (a collie and cocker spaniel), but her husband did not like dogs and my mom wanted a pet, so they got a cat. Muff was a gray ball of fur and gave them both great joy. She destroyed two different couches because she did not like to scratch on the given scratching post, but preferred the backs of the couches. When she was a kitten, she had ring worm and my mom "caught" it from her and she lost all of her eye lashes, but she didn't care, because she loved Muff and continued to take care of her.
Muff became a great lap kitty and when my mom would come home from teaching all day, she would lie down to take nap and Muff would curl up right beside her. Muff loved to eat popcorn, ice cream, yogurt, and fresh fish. One day when her dad got a fresh plate of fried fish (I think it was Bass and Crappie), he put the plate down and went to get something to drink and when he got back, Muff was enjoying the fish. I don't think he ever forgave her for that.
At 16 years of age, Muff was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure and was only given 6 months to a year to live. She had to have IVs and other medications and appeared to do better. Unfortunately, her dad chose to leave my mom and he took Muff with him. My mom told him that if she had to lose both of them, she would rather lose them at the same time. The interesting thing was that Muff died one month prior to my mom's divorce (after 21 years of marriage) in 1996. I was eight months old when my sister crossed Rainbow Bridge. She was a wonderful Southern Belle and my mom still misses her. One of my mom's former students (a 7th grade student) did a hand painting of her and it still hangs in the hallway. Mom is going to try to scan the picture so all can see it.
At 16 years of age, Muff was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure and was only given 6 months to a year to live. She had to have IVs and other medications and appeared to do better. Unfortunately, her dad chose to leave my mom and he took Muff with him. My mom told him that if she had to lose both of them, she would rather lose them at the same time. The interesting thing was that Muff died one month prior to my mom's divorce (after 21 years of marriage) in 1996. I was eight months old when my sister crossed Rainbow Bridge. She was a wonderful Southern Belle and my mom still misses her. One of my mom's former students (a 7th grade student) did a hand painting of her and it still hangs in the hallway. Mom is going to try to scan the picture so all can see it.
Both Mom and I hope to see Muff across the Rainbow Bridge in many years to come. We love you Muff.
Muff Portait
My mom says, "If anyone knows a Josh Summers, who would be about 26 years old and lived in the Irmo area, she sure would like to contact him and thank him for painting this portrait when he was in 7th grade.
My mom says, "If anyone knows a Josh Summers, who would be about 26 years old and lived in the Irmo area, she sure would like to contact him and thank him for painting this portrait when he was in 7th grade. 
