Fillmore
A donation was made in memory of Fillmore by Drs. Burhenn and King at Feline Medical Clinic on Sep 08, 2022.
Fillmore was a two year old American shorthair, an emigre from Arizona. When he was a kitten, a young lad rode his bicycle along Phoenix"s Fillmore Street making his rounds of the neighborhood hoping to find Fill a caretaker, his first mom Annie C. Later he came to my house as a gift; and such a gift he did become.
Known as the "Yellow Boy" or "Buddy" or "Fill," he "owned" his space, not imperiously, but as a greeter for each visitor who came to the door. He was a relentless pursuer of routine and seemed to know how to say "hello" or "yea" when it was appropriate. He sat patiently for many photo shoots and wore a bow tie as a sign of distinction. He would extend a paw to gently rest on his caretakers" faces or limbs as if to say, "Ive got this under control. Don"t worry. I"m here."
He traveled extensively to the East Coast. If pets could accrue mileage points, he would have done so famously. He loved to look outdoors, but there were dangers there: so looking had to suffice, and he forgave us for the imposition; nonetheless, the outside held a powerful attraction. That didn"t prevent him from many escape attempts, many of which were successful.
He did have a favorite person but never failed to include others in his "ring of friendship." His friends and admirers live across the US. To his caretakers he extended a policy of generational acceptance. If he loved you, he loved your children and your grandchildren and so forth.
As his master"s constant companion, he"d join his human for lay downs in the morning, naps in the afternoon, stretches out on the floor to watch the news, etc. It was predictable and well received, particularly during his master"s long recoveries from surgeries and a debilitating illness.
When he began a long journey of illness, he never complained. When it was too challenging to eat, he enjoyed long restful sessions of petting instead. Few spots on his wasted frame were unsuitable for gentle rubbing. On his last day with us, he enjoyed, finally, a visit to the warm outdoors watching the wind"s shifting patterns in the grass nearby. Nary a word; just being there was enough. Even now, we think he"s passing by a distance away from us, quickly disappearing from view. We call to him as we do our mutual complementary routines as before, and listen for his soft reply.
"He will not go quietly, the gentle cat who shared our lies. In subtle ways he lets us know His spirit still survives." (after L. Barnes)
Our heartfelt appreciation to Dr. Carrie Burhenn for her years of Fill care; and to Dr. Cathy King, her alter ego, at Feline Medical Clinic in Vancouver, WA. "True Friends to Our Best Friends"
Known as the "Yellow Boy" or "Buddy" or "Fill," he "owned" his space, not imperiously, but as a greeter for each visitor who came to the door. He was a relentless pursuer of routine and seemed to know how to say "hello" or "yea" when it was appropriate. He sat patiently for many photo shoots and wore a bow tie as a sign of distinction. He would extend a paw to gently rest on his caretakers" faces or limbs as if to say, "Ive got this under control. Don"t worry. I"m here."
He traveled extensively to the East Coast. If pets could accrue mileage points, he would have done so famously. He loved to look outdoors, but there were dangers there: so looking had to suffice, and he forgave us for the imposition; nonetheless, the outside held a powerful attraction. That didn"t prevent him from many escape attempts, many of which were successful.
He did have a favorite person but never failed to include others in his "ring of friendship." His friends and admirers live across the US. To his caretakers he extended a policy of generational acceptance. If he loved you, he loved your children and your grandchildren and so forth.
As his master"s constant companion, he"d join his human for lay downs in the morning, naps in the afternoon, stretches out on the floor to watch the news, etc. It was predictable and well received, particularly during his master"s long recoveries from surgeries and a debilitating illness.
When he began a long journey of illness, he never complained. When it was too challenging to eat, he enjoyed long restful sessions of petting instead. Few spots on his wasted frame were unsuitable for gentle rubbing. On his last day with us, he enjoyed, finally, a visit to the warm outdoors watching the wind"s shifting patterns in the grass nearby. Nary a word; just being there was enough. Even now, we think he"s passing by a distance away from us, quickly disappearing from view. We call to him as we do our mutual complementary routines as before, and listen for his soft reply.
"He will not go quietly, the gentle cat who shared our lies. In subtle ways he lets us know His spirit still survives." (after L. Barnes)
Our heartfelt appreciation to Dr. Carrie Burhenn for her years of Fill care; and to Dr. Cathy King, her alter ego, at Feline Medical Clinic in Vancouver, WA. "True Friends to Our Best Friends"
