Beezie was born June 10, 1987, a seal point Himalayan and came to live with us at 8 weeks old. From her kittenhood, she was a brave and fiesty little thing. She would bully her way in between our other two cats to get to the food bowl, wasn't the least bit intimidated by their hisses, and just pretty much went her own way. She loved to climb our curtains and walk along the curtain rod.

Beezie grew up with "Baby", a seal point Siamese who was 2 years older than her. They tolerated each other, but weren't really friends. During her 19 years and 3 months of life, she would live with a number of different cats, but even though she only weighed 6 lbs, she was always the "alpha" cat. When both she and Baby had gotten into their geriatric years, we decided to bring two new babies home so that we wouldn't be left alone when the older ones went on to the Rainbow Bridge. Beezie immediately took a liking to the tiny little shaded silver Persian with the gorgeous green eyes. It seemed to us that she had taken "Misty" under her wing, and set about teaching her all the things that only Beezie knew how to do. She taught her to do "precious" so her Mom & Dad's heart would melt when they saw her. She taught her to stay with Mom on her bed whenever Mom was sick, and she taught her many more of her own personal tricks. She was setting Misty up to fill the void that would be left when she finally went to the Rainbow Bridge. When Beezie was 17, she was diagnosed with lymphoma. I had to decide between treating her with chemotherapy or with steriods. I decided against the chemo because of her age, and we put her on one prednisone pill per day. She was given a life expectancy of about 6 weeks to a few months. She immediately knew that these pills were for her own good, and made it so easy to administer them to her. She would come to get us at pill taking time, and stand and wait until we paid attention and did our duty. As a reward, she was given a bit of "people" tuna, and Misty would stand by as morale support, and was also rewarded with tuna. Beezie had almost reached the 2 year mark, and had become "miracle kitty" to the wonderful people at our vet clinic, when she started to not eat as well. A visit to the vet showed she needed some dental work, and also, there was a large lump on her jaw. At the age of 19, she had the dental work done and as much of the tumor removed as possible. A biopsy showed that it was squamous cell carcinoma. The lymphoma hadn't actually changed or spread any at all in two years. But now Beezie had truly been given a death sentence. It didn't take long for the tumor to grow back, and now it was hard for her to eat, although I fed her about every 2 hours and got up in the middle of the night to feed her. She did her best, trying so hard to beat this as well. But finally, her weight had shrunk to 4 lbs from her normal 6 lbs, and she was just skin and bone. We had her on pain medication, she had quit grooming, so I washed her little face for her every time she ate, and at last she looked up at me as if to say "its time now Mom, I can't go any farther". I dissolved in tears on the floor after I made the call to the vets office. I took her in Tuesday, Oct. 3rd, and wrapped in a pink baby blanket, laying in my arms, Beezie gave a couple of shudders and breathed her last. She had managed to live 2 years 1 month and 17 days with 2 different kinds of cancer, kidney problems, thyroid problems, and arthritus in her back legs. I brought my brave baby home with me, placed her in a little plastic casket I had prepared for her, wrapped in her pink blanket,and buried her deeply in the hole my husband had dug for that purpose. There is a little marble marker there that says "Beezie, 1987-2006" Next to that is another marker with "Baby" on it, where the siamese is buried. Once the other cats knew Beezie was gone, Misty immediately assumed her role as "alpha" cat (and she is the smallest & shyist) and began doing all the things Beezie had taught her to do. The first night without Beezie, she climbed up on my bed and slept with me, something she hadn't been doing. Beezie can be very proud of the job she did training her "replacement", but no other cat will ever replace this special little love. I got a lovely sympathy card from our vet, and on it she had written "Beezie was truly one in a million", and nothing could be truer than that. I will never forget you little brave cat, and I hope you've joined all our other past cats at the Rainbow bridge, and are enjoying health and playing and having fun while you wait for me to join you. When I do get there, I want to see you out in front, running first toward me, with the others following you, just as it was in life. I will always love you my special little Beezie. Thank you for being in my life for over 19 years, and for trying so very hard to stay with me as long as you possibly could. To do the best thing for you, I had to do the hardest possible thing for me. I wish I could have kept you with me longer, but I know you wanted to go. God love you my sweet, cause I certainly do. See you again one day. Love to you always, Mom