10/30/00-2/17/03 My old man Ric passed away from the effects of old age. A sweet guy, he was an award winning rattie from a great line, and gave me
two wonderful litters. His offspring are scattered across the Northwest.
Oscar was my mom and her partner's dog, but I dog sat and visited
weekly. He was an adorable dog, forever getting into things or snuggling as close as a 70 pound boxer
could get to you on the couch. Only 18 months old in a tragic and freak accident, Oscar got out of their double
gated yard and was hit by a car. I miss you my Oscar Boxerelli...
5/00-12/20/02 Floyd was a happy coincidence...I got him from a fellow breeder who had to get rid of her rats or face eviction. Being the
big ham he was he definitly grew on me. He fathered one litter for me, and his offspring are now scattered across the
4/26/01-8/24/02 Sorka died from complications of chronic myco.
She was an award winning rattie, who gave me one wonderful litter. Her son Saxon still resides here.
Silvi died 6/28/02 of complications from a nasal infection/abcess.
She was a sweet gal and gave me one lovely litter. She along with her sister Saffi were the founding does of my rattery.
Saffi died 3/22/02 at the age of 22 months of presumed heart failure.
She gave me two excellent litters, and her daughters continue to enrich my rattery and my life. She was the sweetest
rattie with the best personality that I've ever known...I will miss her dearly.
When I was 11 years old and living in NAVY housing in Florida, a
skinny black kitten with big ears and white whiskers walked into my life. Named Ratcat for his narrow face, ears, and
whiskers...he was the epidomy of Rudyard Kipling's "The Cat Who Walked by Himself," who nevertheless adopted me as his special
human. Over 15 years and, numerous moves, apartments, other cats, and eventually roommates later he was diagnosed with
chronic renal failure. He battled it somewhat successfully for 3 months, but eventually the disease got the better
of him and his failing body could no longer contain his spirit. Making the hardest choice I have ever done, I helped
him over the bridge January 2002. He was such a big part of my life, I cannot begin to express how much he is missed.
I had him cremated, and it is my intention that when I die that our ashes will be scattered together so that we can be
Big Head Todd
Named for the band...Todd's nickname was OddTodd, because of his many odd habits. He loved lying about on his back, consuming
large quanities of catnip, draping himself over the backs of chairs, and endearing himself to every human he met. I rescued
his pregnant momma, so I had Todd since the day he was born...4 short years ago. My beautiful green-eyed tabby boy suddenly
developed congestive heart failure and had to be put to sleep. He is missed dearly... 7/28/97 - 8/7/01