IN LOVING MEMORY
As a clinic full of lifelong cat owners, all of our staff understand just how upsetting the loss of our feline companions can be. We hope that this section of our website allows our owners the opportunity to share some of their treasured memories and stories in memorial of their much loved cats.
If you would like us to add a memorial for your cat, please email the clinic with your chosen text - a few simple words or few paragraphs if you would like - and a good quality photograph if possible also.
Please note, this page is for patients of The Cat Clinic only.
We will use the wording much as you provide it to us but reserve the right to edit, remove or not publish anything deemed inappropriate.
If you would like us to add a memorial for your cat, please email the clinic with your chosen text - a few simple words or few paragraphs if you would like - and a good quality photograph if possible also.
Please note, this page is for patients of The Cat Clinic only.
We will use the wording much as you provide it to us but reserve the right to edit, remove or not publish anything deemed inappropriate.
Gina
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Gina 17/04/2006 – 12/11/2022
We rehomed Gina in August 2009 when she was three from a breeder in Fife. She didn’t like cat shows, she’d had three litters of kittens, and was living in an outdoor enclosure. At the time we were still heartbroken following the loss of our beautiful boy Harrison, a British Shorthair red tabby, who died suddenly aged three following a heart attack, and were apprehensive about loving and losing another cat. But at the same time couldn’t bear not to have another cat in our lives. Gina was a gorgeous girl, a British Shorthair blue with orange eyes. Her pedigree name was Farrodell Fabrina, she had a coat like velvet and a lovely purr. She was very timid when we brought her home and we didn’t think she was going to settle into her new surroundings. She spent her first few days with us hiding behind the cooker then curled up in the bottom of the curtains. It was my sister who managed to coax her out in the end and so we called her the cat whisperer. And that was the start of our lives with Gina. Our son Luca was born in October 2010 and our daughter Lucia followed in March 2015. Gina would curl up in their pram carrycot as if to say I was here first but would always be around them as if protecting them. She slept on the bottom of their beds as they grew bigger and Gina was a constant comfort through difficult times for us a family including bereavement. She was a real lady and had a lovely life. As she got older and needed daily medication she came on holiday with us to a lodge in Fife which is where this photograph was taken and where we made some lovely memories with her. Gina had arthritis, colitis, chronic kidney disease, dementia, heart arrhythmia and a nasal tumour when we said goodbye to her. We all lay with her on her last night and last morning at home. We read her a story, brushed and cuddled her. When we brought her to the Cat Clinic for the last time, Jenny and Sam treated her as if she was their own and we’re so grateful for their kindness and compassion and would like to thank all of the staff who cared for Gina over the years. A year on we have a one year old Ragdoll blue and cream bi-colour boy called Matteo (Matty) who has helped our hearts heal but we will never forget our darling girl Gina. Mairi, Paul, Luca and Lucia Gordon xxxx |
Percy
We got Percy in 2010 as a kitten, and straight away fell in love with him. Not only was he so so handsome, he never once scratched, he was always just looking for love and affection. Percy quickly showed signs of what we thought was an allergy, and after some tests by the cat clinic he was diagnosed with Rodent ulcers which he was so brave in dealing with for his whole life. We introduced his best friend Sooty to our family a few years after getting Percy and while they never did cuddle up together they were very content in each other’s company. Our hearts were broken in October 2021 when we made the decision to put Percy to sleep; his ulcers had turned cancerous. He has left such a void in our family and we will love and miss him forever. He was a constant companion and so loved. Until we meet again, Percy cat xx
Ginny
Ginny was a special cat!
I moved to Scotland on my own. I had initially worked in a cattery for a few months and then, when I changed jobs and I had to live on my own with no cats around for the first time in my life, it only took me a few months to decide that I needed a cat in my life again, so I have called the cattery owner and told her that I am looking for an indoor cat to rehome and to call me if she hears of anyone looking to rehome such a cat. She called me back ten minutes later and said “I have a cat for you” – someone called her immediately after our conversation to let her know that they are looking to rehome their young, female, tortie indoor cat... Ginny moved in with me three days later and stayed for 16 years.
Ginny was always a memorable cat for everyone who met her – any cats getting in her face would get a swift punch on the nose and any humans who would try to pet her without looking at her and paying full attention would get a warning bite. She also judged our new human friends on the quality of food they would bring to our house – those with fish suppers and prawn snacks would get a quick seal of approval, provided they would share. She had some weird food tastes too, I caught her snacking on spicy crisps and once she ate a butterfly.
Ginny was always highly independent – the idea of going for walks with her on a lead got dropped quickly, after she turned it into a game of how to make me drop the lead, by going under parked cars or through tight spaces where I couldn’t fit, she definitely had fun, me, less so. She liked having other cats in the house but on her own terms, she never formed close social bonds with any of them, but would sometimes get involved in games of chase and fisticuffs.
Ginny also had a real “tortitude” – always very vocal about what she didn’t like, for example car trips, and at the age of 17 she still had to be held under a towel to have her nails clipped – which I’m sure Cat Clinic staff members remember well!
We have experienced life together for 16 years, during this time we lived in three towns and villages, in eight properties, with other three cats, a pygmy hedgehog and a bearded dragon. Everyone I know in Scotland, she has also met and judged and she was a great judge of humans – she has given a seal of approval to each of my two partners. She has defeated every illness that she had in her life and never deteriorated mentally, until her 19 years old body got tired and frail and she left us peacefully in her sleep, in her own bed, surrounded by humans and cats who loved her and cared about her. She was a family member and I miss her terribly.
Sleep well, feisty one, until we meet across the Rainbow Bridge.
I moved to Scotland on my own. I had initially worked in a cattery for a few months and then, when I changed jobs and I had to live on my own with no cats around for the first time in my life, it only took me a few months to decide that I needed a cat in my life again, so I have called the cattery owner and told her that I am looking for an indoor cat to rehome and to call me if she hears of anyone looking to rehome such a cat. She called me back ten minutes later and said “I have a cat for you” – someone called her immediately after our conversation to let her know that they are looking to rehome their young, female, tortie indoor cat... Ginny moved in with me three days later and stayed for 16 years.
Ginny was always a memorable cat for everyone who met her – any cats getting in her face would get a swift punch on the nose and any humans who would try to pet her without looking at her and paying full attention would get a warning bite. She also judged our new human friends on the quality of food they would bring to our house – those with fish suppers and prawn snacks would get a quick seal of approval, provided they would share. She had some weird food tastes too, I caught her snacking on spicy crisps and once she ate a butterfly.
Ginny was always highly independent – the idea of going for walks with her on a lead got dropped quickly, after she turned it into a game of how to make me drop the lead, by going under parked cars or through tight spaces where I couldn’t fit, she definitely had fun, me, less so. She liked having other cats in the house but on her own terms, she never formed close social bonds with any of them, but would sometimes get involved in games of chase and fisticuffs.
Ginny also had a real “tortitude” – always very vocal about what she didn’t like, for example car trips, and at the age of 17 she still had to be held under a towel to have her nails clipped – which I’m sure Cat Clinic staff members remember well!
We have experienced life together for 16 years, during this time we lived in three towns and villages, in eight properties, with other three cats, a pygmy hedgehog and a bearded dragon. Everyone I know in Scotland, she has also met and judged and she was a great judge of humans – she has given a seal of approval to each of my two partners. She has defeated every illness that she had in her life and never deteriorated mentally, until her 19 years old body got tired and frail and she left us peacefully in her sleep, in her own bed, surrounded by humans and cats who loved her and cared about her. She was a family member and I miss her terribly.
Sleep well, feisty one, until we meet across the Rainbow Bridge.
Roxie
Roxie joined our family nearly 13 years ago. Back then, we were a couple new to Edinburgh with a (rather bored) one year old male cat, Milo. Despite our worrying about whether she would get on with Milo, within a day they were curled up in a cat bed asleep, the best of friends. She has been a constant in our lives and seen us through a house move, wedding, graduations and then, the births of our children.
Roxie loved her humans as much as she loved cats. As each of our three children arrived, she embraced them, watched over their cots as they slept, rolled around on the floor with them as toddlers and purred and loved them every single time one of them cried. In fact, in the toddler years, she spent a lot of time on the ‘naughty step’, subtly undermining any discipline in the house. But we have all come to expect a friendly headbutt and chirrup when upset and it has made getting over her loss that little bit more painful - that particular comfort has gone with our Roxie.
Roxie was friendly to anyone that visited, a top class mouser (and fly catcher, but not too good with spiders) and she loved sunshine, food, radiators and most of all, being with her family. She never took herself away to nap - she chose to spend every minute with us. She truly belonged to us, but we have now come to realise that we belonged to her as well.
Roxie, your loss has completely broken our hearts. Our house - still ‘full’ with six of us in it - feels so empty without the sound of your paws trotting into the room and your gentle meow. Thank you, darling girl, for loving us so well and we’re so very sad you didn’t get to spend any longer with us.
Sleep well, Roo, we will never forget you.
Roxie loved her humans as much as she loved cats. As each of our three children arrived, she embraced them, watched over their cots as they slept, rolled around on the floor with them as toddlers and purred and loved them every single time one of them cried. In fact, in the toddler years, she spent a lot of time on the ‘naughty step’, subtly undermining any discipline in the house. But we have all come to expect a friendly headbutt and chirrup when upset and it has made getting over her loss that little bit more painful - that particular comfort has gone with our Roxie.
Roxie was friendly to anyone that visited, a top class mouser (and fly catcher, but not too good with spiders) and she loved sunshine, food, radiators and most of all, being with her family. She never took herself away to nap - she chose to spend every minute with us. She truly belonged to us, but we have now come to realise that we belonged to her as well.
Roxie, your loss has completely broken our hearts. Our house - still ‘full’ with six of us in it - feels so empty without the sound of your paws trotting into the room and your gentle meow. Thank you, darling girl, for loving us so well and we’re so very sad you didn’t get to spend any longer with us.
Sleep well, Roo, we will never forget you.