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This  is a special place to remember and honor our departed but still beloved kitty companions. 

We owe so much to the animals who loved us without question. And while words can't begin to express the thanks we feel for their love, there is comfort in trying.

We are honored to afford the opportunity to express our thanks and never-ending love on these pages.  

If you would like to remember a special loved one here,email us with your request. 

For visitors who don't have loved ones posted here, we know you'll find at least one kitty who will strike a note of recognition in your heart for a kitty you remember, too.

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anise

I lost my beautiful Anise (known as Mulberry by FFGW) on September 19, 2018 and truly miss her.  Every time the phone rang she would come sit next to me and expect to be petted.  If you stopped petting, she would swat your hand to remind you to keep going and if she thought you were scratching the wrong area she would head butt your hand to the right place.  I really miss my phone buddy but am very grateful for the wonderful 17 years were shared.




Koko

My wonderful all black cat, Koko, died on Friday, November 10.  He was
almost 19 years old.  I got him from the Feline Foundation in the late
spring of 1999.  He brought me much joy and was the best and most
affectionate cat I ever had.  I keep looking at the spot on my bed
where he frequently hung out.  It is devastating to lose such a
special pet.  Rest in peace my darling Koko.—Sherry Hart

 

                “What greater gift than the love of a cat?”—Charles Dickens




Alvin

Rescued in 2010 and named after the star of the popular children's book "Orlando the Marmelade Cat," we instantly loved his gentle, sunny personality, wild kittenish ways and easy adaptability. He proved us right when Erin and Ted adopted him and brought him home with another FFGW kitty and the two kitties bonded in record time. Our hearts are broken for Erin, Ted and Simone and we thank them for giving Alvin the most wonderful life a kitty could have. Here is Erin's heartfelt tribute:

Alvin (2009 – 2016) (Hayes-Carlson -- 11/6/2010 – 3/15/2016)

I Miss:

- Him meeting us at the door, every time-  The climbing, the leaps  - The flying wallendas from the 

railing to the bed - Coming off the transom onto the floor   *bam*- His excitement when new 

grass appears- Inspecting the food bags - Him bugging me for kibble, every night-  The middle of 

the night romps with his sister, Simone - Him and his woobie - His unbridled joy when jumping 

around the bed chasing feathers - Him chewing on Erin’s pill boxes -  Headbutts all the time, to 

say hello, I love you, or just because - Him on Erin’s pillow every morning - Shredding toilet 

paper, his sculpting -  The kibble bags he chewed through - His chirping - Helping make the bed 

every weekend - Patrolling the windows in summer - Him chewing on everything - All the Alvin 

paths and carrier landings - Lick, lick, chomp - Sitting in the window waiting for me - Always 

curious - Helping me repot plants - Wearing his reindeer antlers - “Alvin get down from there!” - 

Sleeping with me - Helping me refill the kibble - Not afraid of heights - His forays outsite – on a 

leash; unchaperoned, at night, in the snow, during a power outage - Our greeter - Falling into 

the bathtub with water in it - Rolling around in the fresh litter - Rolling around in the garage - 

A whirling dervish when he didn’t want to be held - Taking pill pockets like a snack - Wanting 

snacks/kibble all the time – Drooling - Rolling onto his back in the bathtub and watching the 

dripping water - Rounding us up in the evening - Planning everything around Alvin - Nawing on 

the giraffe, the edges, on anything he could - His head smelling of rosemary - Smelling of the 

outside when he’d come out of the window - Taking on the grandfather clock and the treadmill, 

and winning - Taking on the cat stand, the fountain, and the radio, and winning - Always 

supervising - Mr. protect this house and his family - Zen kitty - Pawing at the glass doors to get 

out - Scratching windows so we’d open them - Alvin’s arch enemy – the staircase - Rolling 

around in the bathtub - His internal atomic clock, 0430 – wake up and feed me breakfast!, 1100 

– sleep, 1600 – snack, 1800 – dinner!, 1900 – Kibble!!, 2100 – herd everyone upstairs for bed - 

Foot biting alarm clock - Simone and pointer, pell-mell into Alvin - His dismount from any high 

place - Burning his paw on a hot stove top, and still getting about - Running the numbers to see 

if he can get from A to B to C – Alvin in a box, laundry basket, or any other item with sides – 

Alvin making certain I was accessorized for the day by kneading all over my clothes – His 

sleeping positions – curled up, stretched out on his stomach, pretzel twisted, stretched out on 

his back, foot stuck out – Just wanting to be with is peeps. 

We’re going to miss you lots big man. You made us laugh, you made us fuss, but you always did 

it with love. See you on the other side.   Love ya, Simone, Ted and Erin




Folie
Folie was born in an FFGW foster home in 1999 and adopted by a young, single woman.  Folie was reportedly a sweet kitty and life was perfect until her adopter married and had a child. Folie did not adjust well. She was returned to FFGW in 2005 or 2006 after becoming very aggressive around the baby. We aren't sure exactly what happened, but Folie was clearly badly traumatized by somethhing, whether the changes in her family life or something worse. After her return, she was equally unpredictable and fractious  and seemed unable to accept affection, even from her devoted foster mom, Margaret.  
 
After years in foster care, Folie gradually came to accept a modicum of affection from Margaret, but only on very specific terms. A pat on the head was acceptable, but no touching below the neck, and never, ever, the tummy. Brushing, yes, but only from the top of her head to a certain point on her back. The brush was swatted out of Margaret's hand on many more than one occasion. Often, Folie responded to Margaret's gentle "why hello, Folie" with a huge hiss. But Margaret loved her all the same. Folie enjoyed a fairly rigid routine, which came to include 3 meals plus  afternoon "tea" every day. She also insisted on daily excursions into the corridor outside Margaret's apartment  in a senior residence in Alexandria, as well as  occasional visits with the neighbors. No one could touch Folie, but everyone enjoyed talking to her, and, when Margaret went out for more than a few hours, one of Folie's friends would stop in to check on her and deliver her meal on time .   Folie spent at least part of every night curled on the bed by Margaret's side. Folie was sometimes an unreasonably early riser, and Margaret would try to coax her to stay in bed  awhile longer by bribing her with a few Temptations treats from a jar on the bedside table. Folie had cat beds and toys throughout the apartment, even a special blanket on the wide windowsill from which she liked to bird watch. Margaret and Folie sent Christmas cards to their friends around the world every winter.
 
Folie developed health issues in her later years (bladder stones, hyperthyroidism, constipation), and Margaret was a fiercely devoted and attentive nurse. She even postponed a trip to see  family in England when Folie was recovering from bladder surgery.  Although Folie could barely be handled by her vet and his heavily gloved technician, Margaret managed to coax and cajole Folie into eating a prescription diet for her bladder issue, snuck doses of specially compounded thyroid meds into her food and even cooked her a portion of sweet potato every day to increase her fiber intake. We knew that Folie would not accept the kind of medical intervention and supportive care we might offer a less prickly kitty, and solemnly promised Folie that we would not ruin her life in order to extend it. Such promises are more easily made than kept.
 
Folie's appetite started to wane about 3 months ago. With the vet's okay, Margaret tried samples of food from every cat family in the building, trying to find something Folie would like. Some were bigger hits than others, but by the end of June, Margaret was replacing one uneaten  meal with food that would not be touched at the next. Folie was still eating Temptations, but fewer and fewer each day. Last week, Folie was still going outside to "take the air" in the corridor, but by this past weekend, she didn't even ask to go out. Margaret devoted almost every minute to Folie, measuring her water intake, counting each kibble to see if any had been eaten. The time to keep the promise we had made to Folie was coming. On Thursday, Folie's vet came to help Margaret say goodbye to her very precious girl. Bur before the final injection, the doctor gave Folie a sedative and Margaret was able to cuddle Folie in her arms and kiss her for the very first time in their almost 10 years together.
 
FFGW will be eternally grateful to Margaret  for keeping its promise to precious, prickly Folie. A cat only a (foster) mother could love.--July 2, 2015



Edward Monroe Phelps

Edward Monroe Phelps, April 4, 1999 to May 26, 2014 
Beautiful Edward was a blessing from the Feline Foundation of Greater Washington.  He was brought to me on April 4, 1999, a sweet little ball of orange and white fluff.   He was a Prince from day one, he stayed by my side constantly.  He loved to be loved and he gave it back ten fold.  In 2013 we found out that our beloved boy was hyperthyroid, so we went on the Tapazole routine, but it really took it's toll on our beautiful boy.  Toward the end he had wasted away so much and was so thin, but he tried so hard not let me down or fret.  The last day he was breathing hard, and I knew it was close. I stayed with him as he tried to cool down on the floor, and left for just a minute or two, when I returned.. Well, he was gone.  He left my world on 3 am on Memorial day, I miss him so much (A day without Ed is a day without sunshine)--Jean Phelps

 



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