Saturday, February 19, 2011

R*I*P Black Widow- Our youngest baby black kitten 2/19/11

-It is so fucking hard for Mike & I to accept that Black Widow has passed on. She was such a unique & beautiful kitten. Every little thing is reminding us of her & it is going to take a long time to get over this. We pick up her ashes in a couple of days... At least she is no longer suffering but damn well miss her so fucking much.

;( She had heart disease at her tender young age of 4 1/2 months. The value in her heart that was enlarged just kept pumping rapid amounts of fluids into her lungs & the emergency vets did all that they could do. Even if it was caught in time, there may have been nothing that could have been done for her. After $1,500 has been spent on her, we would not have cared if it was a million $, if we could just to have her chasing bottle caps again with her broken meow & just her damn cute ways...

The last time we saw her was about 8 hours ago, laying all bundled up in an oxygen machine, perking up as she saw us enter the room. We had no fucking clue that would be our goodbye. We held such high hopes that she was going to pull through this & if she did have heart disease like the emergency vet thought, she may have been on meds her whole life, but we never expected her to pass on. We are thankful that it happened at the vet & not at home. Finding her dead in our house would have been even more devastating. Our hearts are filled with so much love for animals, even strays we feed outside & it hurts so bad to lose one of our own, even though she was not human, she was our child.

Rest in Peace Black Widow Bircher! We will always honor your spirit, we hope that you will always be with us & your 10 other siblings you left behind. We love you!


  1. I like your site. Thanks! Here is a true story of mine in return.

    Lisa Nicole Lopes had premonitions about her own death, but she wasn't able to avoid it, despite the early warnings. I feel that I can relate to her, but I dealt with similar suspicions (of my own) differently than she did and I, unlike her, am here to tell you what I did to survive my first encounter with The Reaper.

    Lisa Lopes was better known as Left Eye (a nickname that a boyfriend gave her because he said that her left eye was lazy). She was one of three singers in the 80's band TLC. Her premonitions about her own death and subsequent untimely demise are well documented, because Lisa and a crew were filming a documentary in Honduras during the time. Left Eye Lopes spoke on film about her omen, and again after a car that she was riding in had run over and killed a young boy. She lamented that the spirit that killed the boy was actually aiming for her but had missed.

    Lopes paid for the little boy's funeral and did what she could to comfort the lost lad's family. Apparently Left Eye was right about the spirit that haunted her, because a month after the boy's death, Lopes died in a car crash (in Honduras). This time she was driving. Lisa was the only one in the vehicle that was wearing a seat-belt, but she died... and everyone else survived.
    After hearing a story like this, some would say that it was Lisa's time, and that there wasn't anything that she could do to avoid it. Had I not gone through a similar situation, I might agree. But since I did, I don't.

    There was a time when I felt like (my) death was close to me. I ignored the eery feelings for awhile, chocking them up to pessimism, but eventually I faced the strengthening force, first by admitting to my self that it existed. Left Eye got this far, but recognizing spirits isn't rocket science for god's sake. You have to fight shit like this, not freeze like a deer caught in the headlights!


    It was 1986 and I was in Davenport, Iowa, when I finally decided to face the Reaper before he faced me. Since the Reaper has no face, I'm speaking figuratively.
    I was sitting on a bar stool when a fellow came in asking if anyone wanted to get a tattoo. We chatted, and before too long I was the customer that he was looking for. We left the bar and went to a little garage space that he tattooed out of. The scene was totally unprofessional, as far as tattoo shops go, but since I was a carny (carnival guy) it wasn't anything new to me. I stopped the artist from apologizing for the place and we got down to the business of picking something out to tattoo on me.
    There wasn't a lot to choose from, no walls of colorful flash or volumes of designs just a single, thinly filled, loose leaf binder. Having never wanted a skull tattoo, I surprised myself by selecting one with a black rose between it's teeth. "That's the Black Rose Of Death tattoo," the needler told me. "Perfect," I proclaimed! "It's just what I need to fight the reaper. Put it on my left arm where I can keep my eye on him.¨

    I believe that the left represents the spiritual side and the right represents the physical side, so my tattoos are placed accordingly. One month later, in Chicago, I was stabbed (in the heart and stomach) to death. The doctor that saved me, said that I have a new birthday and... I still have that tattoo, too.

  2. I'm sorry to hear of the passing of Black Widow Ashley. It is always tough to go through the loss of a pet. If it is any consolation the hurt does get better with time. Hang in there.

  3. Black Widow was adorably cute. I'm so sorry for your loss.

  4. Thanks, you guys. You are right Brian, it is getting better in time... We keep hoping she will visit us! We pick up her ashes on Friday & that is going to be hard all over again...