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                                                       A Miracle Story With My Cat Marmalade 

My life took a dramatic and devastating turn at one point in Los Angeles, California.  Like domino's, I lost my beautiful home, my business (which at one point had over 100 employees and a 12,500 square foot factory), my car, my friends, my family, my fortune and worst of all...my health. I have had chronic and severe migraine headaches for decades and they have really impacted every aspect of my life. They contributed to me having severe depression, anxiety and PTSD. So I needed to regroup and decided to move into the high desert country of New Mexico. 

An evil landlord in New Mexico leased a home to my then business partner and I, that was located in a known (but unknown to us) flood zone (No wonder it was so affordable!) I had moved there from Los Angeles to be able to focus on my screenwriting career, now that my business career was over. I had worked in Film, Television, Commercials & Music Video's for many years as a Stage Manager and in locations. And I had co-produced and co-wrote a TV show for the SyFy Channel.

During the first big rain above the house we had rented, I walked through it watching the rain water coming from our gravel driveway and into our kitchen. I watched in disbelief as the master bedroom, sunk almost a foot into the ground. The wall separating at the foundation. You could see the ground outside. We called the the landlord's handyman, who admitted to us that the landlord knew about the floods and the foundation of the house being rotten from water damage, and that the foundation of the house needed to be entirely replaced. Which was never mentioned to us prior to our moving in.

When we complained to the landlord, he went completely ballistic. All 300 LBS. of him! He was a raging, bipolar, ex-meth addict, alcoholic with a penchant for guns. Now we had to vacate so that the house could be renovated. We had spent all of our savings to move to New Mexico, driving a 24 ft. Ryder Rental Truck filled with Hollywood memorabilia that we were planning to sell via mail order on the side, but now we were forced to leave all that behind in NM. Which the landlord misappropriated (aka stole.) He was eventually prosecuted by the local D.A. 

During our tenure at the house in New Mexico, I had been feeding 7 or 8 local strays & feral cats that were part of a cat colony adjacent where we lived, of which the "King" was a scrawny, sick, mite infested, dirty, orange & white tabby cat that I named "Marmalade." I named all of the other cats too. There was: "Big Boy", "Figaro", "Tommy", "Tabby Hunter", "Mouse" and "Baby" the kitten. Next door a mean, new neighbor had moved in and took it upon themselves (without us knowing at first) to use a skunk trap to catch the local cats and take them "somewhere." Where? we did not know. After feeding the cat colony for 6 or 7 months, "Big Boy" and "Tommy" went missing, which was so sad. I was able to ask the neighbor to please stop trapping the cat's and they cooperated miraculously. But that danger always loomed over us. "Marmalade" could have been trapped and relocated at any time. My roommate did not want another cat in their life, so I could not bring Marmalade into the house overnight. 

When I had to vacate the house, my partner bailed on me and moved back East. I could not take all of the cats with me, as they were way too wild and would have run away on the road, but Marmalade had the right temperament to make the trip back to L.A. with me, so I decided to take him with me.

Marmalade was nearly completely deaf and as I mentioned above, had chronic health problems (including choking & gagging when trying to eat for some unknown reason)( but antibiotics from the Vet helped.) When I took him to the local Vet in the Summer of 2016, the receptionist told me that the local stray and feral cats there "Have had a very tough life and it is always best to just put them down." This was before Marmalade had even been examined! I scoffed at the suggestion. The Vet believed that Marmalade was around 10 years old at the time, due to his teeth and gum issues. She prescribed him the antibiotic Convenia and it helped stop his choking & gagging, thank goodness. He would require it every 6 months for the next 3 years.

I knew Marmalade would not survive long, if I left him behind and did not look after him. Many people around me at the time in New Mexico (including strangers) and other friends, tried to encourage me not to take Marmalade with me (including my ex-partner), considering all of the dire circumstances and financial obstacles I was facing in my life at the time, and they tried to push me into giving Marmalade to a local cat rescue facility called "The Watermelon Ranch" before I departed New Mexico, but I refused.

I left New Mexico with a few pieces of luggage and a cat carrier with Marmalade. Zero money and no credit cards. And no transportation. We were truly homeless and flat broke with really no options. The weather was very cold in New Mexico at the time (January of 2017) and I got pneumonia from exposure. 

Through a few loans from a couple of producers I knew, and some business consulting gigs, I was able to somehow pay for a motel room each night for 3 months (January 2017 to March 2017) while Marmalade and I were on the road back to L.A., 850 miles away. We would at times check into a motel and I would be locked out of the room each morning (it was like losing Marmalade again and again each day), while I had to try and raise funds to pay for another night's stay from the motel lobby, with Marmalade locked in the motel room without me. At any time I could have lost him through a maid cleaning the room or management taking him. But Marmalade motivated me to raise the funds needed for both of us in order to survive, just with his presence. I would raise the funds each day and be allowed back into our room late each afternoon, by some miracle. Marmalade would be so, so happy to see me. Laying on the big motel room bed purring away in gratitude and pure contentment. We had a running gag where I would hear him purr and say to him:

"We're in trouble! and you're purring!"

At times I would have bad migraines (the stress did not help) and be crouched next to a motel bed, vomiting, alone except for Marmalade. He would stay right there with me. He would always be within reach, without being too close. He would slowly and gently approach me when the migraines would lesson, it seemed in order for him to check on me and reassure me that he was still there. He would purr and I would pet him and let him know that I "was okay", and then he would go back to holding vigil over me on the motel room bed close by. Months later we would hold other health vigils over one another. Sometimes I for him and sometimes him for me. This little cat, my only trusted companion and real remaining family left in my life. 

Imagine having migraine headaches that knocked you to your knees, that were so painful that if you lay down flat, they would only get worse, so you have to try and sleep on your knees. Then picture if you will, what it is like to be that incapacitated, and having the front desk of the motel repeatedly ringing the room phone or knocking on your door, asking for payment (that you don't have) or asking when you would be vacating the room you are trying to recover in?

We finally made our way back to California, but at the very end of our road trip, my funds eventually ran out, and Marmalade & I found ourselves literally on the street. 

I had no money left for a motel room or food (including for Marmalade) at that point, there was no one that I could call to ask for help. A friend had said he could pick me up possibly the following night, and allow me to stay in his warehouse about 20 miles away for a time, but Marmalade & I were on our own for that night. So I would be sleeping in an alley or the bushes for the first time in my life. Something Marmalade had been accustomed to. We were both "strays" at that point.

Next to the parking lot of the Motel 6 that Marmalade and I had just vacated in Arcadia, California was a building that was closed most of the time, and another parking lot that was empty. Marmalade and I made our way into this parking lot, found a shade tree and sat down. Me with my few pieces of luggage, Marmalade in his cat carrier. With no place to go. "A man and his cat."

Next to that empty parking lot ran the L.A. River, a long concrete aqueduct that runs through much of Southern California straight to the ocean. A tall fence ran along the side of the concrete canal on both sides. As I was sitting there contemplating my limited options and fate (I was very, very close to commiting suicide), I noticed a torn hole in one part of the fence, at its bottom, that was right behind us. It was a nice neighborhood surrounding us, and I had no transportation to take Marmalade anywhere. We were stranded. So at that point, I thought (although I was not in my right mind at the time and was stricken with total hopelessness and despair) with the desperate position I was in, Marmalade might have a better chance to make friends with some of the locals vs. sticking with me. I did not want to take him to a local animal shelter, as they might put him down if he was not adopted, as he was a chronically ill senior. The thought of letting Marmalade go, broke my heart even further to pieces. He was my only true friend and family member left in my life at the time. I was seriously contemplating where I could take my own life in the vicinity afterwards. Just a shade tree to sit under and get it over with, without inconveniencing anyone by leaving a mess behind.

After some thought, I opened Marmalade's cat carrier and reluctantly took him out, petted him and placed him at the entrance of the fence and gently crying said to him (although he could barely hear me due to his being deaf):

"I have no money and no place to live buddy. I have no money to buy you food. You'd be better off on your own than with me. I'm so, so, so sorry. I love you. I'll miss you. Thank you for being in my life, for the time that you have been." 

I put Marmalade at the torn entrance at the bottom of the fence and I let him go. I encouraged him by gently pushing him, to just walk away from me. He walked through the fence a few feet and gazed alone at the bank of the L.A. River in front of him. Which was hundreds and hundreds of feet long. Brush, trees and bushes lined the fence next to the canal. Marmalade was now "free" again, if he wanted to be. He was now completely out of my reach. I could not have gotten to him through the small fence opening if I wanted to. 

Marmalade stared ahead of him, as if contemplating walking away, and then he slowly turned around and looked back up at me through the fence. Then he turned around and walked back through the fence opening and over to me, bumped into my legs and just sat down besides me, and then I knew we were meant to stay together and would do so through thick & thin. It was fate. It was meant to be. We were meant to be together and to stay together. I wept with joy as I petted and gently hugged the purr out of my boy. We were reunited!

So hours later as nightfall approached, Marmalade and I were sitting in that empty parking lot in Arcadia, California, me with my few pieces of luggage and Marmalade back in his cat carrier, just watching the sunset and everything around us was glowing a beautiful and enchanting orange (< like my Marmalade.) It was what they call "Magic Hour" in Hollywood, which is a very desirable time to shoot actors, as they all look good in that orange glow lighting. We felt grateful, blessed and content. Even though we were homeless, hungry and broke with nowhere to go. 

A large peacock came slowly strolling up and past us. In Arcadia, Ca. they are allowed to roam free and have done so for many decades. Marmalade had never seen a peacock before. Again, we only felt grateful and felt blessed to see such wondrous sights, despite the circumstances. Marmalade & I still had each other. We were still together. Still alive. My compadre and me.

Suddenly, in the distance, a woman was walking down the sidewalk about 50 ft. away and began to look in our direction, and I was hesitant to wave to her as I thought:

"Don't wave at her, she may call the police. This is Arcadia. A nice neighborhood. And you are homeless."

But I was still in such a grateful and blessed mood, with Marmalade having returned back to me, that I went ahead and waved at the woman regardless. And she waved back.

As the woman walked down the sidewalk and got closer to Marmalade and I, she suddenly veered off of the sidewalk and made a beeline for me and Marmalade, across the empty parking lot. Which concerned me. Now mind you this was a large parking lot. She had to walk that 50 ft. to get to where we were sitting and I was a strange man, near a fairly secluded tree and bush lined area alone. I wondered what she was going to say? Soon she was standing over us and smiled gently and said:

"I don't know if you are spiritual or not? and this is going to sound really strange, but a voice just told me in my head 'Please help him. I love him so much.' "

And she then proceeded to hand me $120 in cash. I wept with relief. I could not thank her profusely enough. And she seemed equally moved and touched by the experience.

Marmalade and I checked back into the adjacent Motel 6 that night and had a good supper together. Then we slept like babies in the comfort of that room. The next day Marmalade and I took a train ( a first for Marmalade!) to the historic Union Station in downtown Los Angeles, and my friend picked us up. And that night we began staying in my friends warehouse loft, where we resided for 2 more (mostly wonderful) years together.

Step by step I began to rebuild my life, with Marmalade inspiring me with his loyalty, love, devotion, trust and companionship the entire way.

8 weeks ago this past Thursday, I felt I had to put Marmalade to sleep. He had succumbed to an injury, sustained in a vicious Tom-Cat fight, defending his girlfriend cat "Star", from a neighborhood bully cat named "Blackie", and the surgical operation Marmalade had to have, in order to address the wound, unfortunately lead to a stroke. Which contributed to Marmalade's ultimate decline. That story is told here on this forum:

https://forums.rainbowsbridge.com/post/marmalade-vs-blackie-the-final-tomcat-battle-10200890?&trail=15

Someone on the Reddit Pet Grief subthread that I shared this story with above, said they thought it might have been MARMALADE who whispered into that woman's ear that evening who helped us, whereas I always thought it might have been God...or a Guardian Angel. But I suppose Marmalade WAS my little Guardian Angel!  : ) 

My lucky silver dollar..."Dat Ole' Marmalade."

                                   
This is my Marmalade, shown below, sitting next to a jar of Marmalade Jelly / Jam, in January of 2017. Note how frayed the sides of his ears are from the many Tom-Cat fights he had over the years, prior to my adopting him. He even had a hole in one of his ears that almost looked like a pierced ear, from a fang puncture. He was rough & tumble, but he was my sweet, kind & loving lad. He is about 10 years old in this photo. He lived for another 2 years 4 months approximately. He was put to sleep on May 16th, 2019. 

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Marmalade was a very exceptional cat. He stayed with you because he knew you needed him. And he also needed you. Clearly the two of you had a very special bond.

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Thank you so much Jan for your kind words, they brought a few tears to my very weary eyes.  : *** )
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James,

That was such a beautiful but heartbreaking. It brought tears to my eyes. Marmalade was and still is your guardian angel and you were his. He will always be your guardian angel. You both saved each other and had such a sweet, special bond. A bond that will always be there. He knew he could trust you and that you would take care of him. Iโ€™m so glad you were able to get back on your feet and live a beautiful life with your boy. We live in such a cruel world now that these little animals have no idea how much they heal us. How they can turn a horrible day into a good one just from a few snuggles and head butts.

Thank you for sharing your sweet story of you and Marmalade! ๐Ÿงก

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Thank you Jackie for your kind words. I edited my story and added some to it. Sorry if it is too long. It was a very important moment in Marmalade and my adventure out on the road as it was our final days as "strays" together. After the woman handed me those much needed funds, 3 friends called me and all broke down crying, they were so touched. To have a stranger, on another grief forum tell me that they thought Marmalade may have been the one to whisper to the woman who helped us really, really impacted me. I never saw it that way. It's a comforting thought no matter who spoke to the woman as my Guardian Angel that night. But let me tell you, when you are that down and out? And a total stranger comes to the rescue all of the sudden, clamining "a voice spoke to them?" It does seem like a miracle! One of many with my dear little boy. : *** )
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Thank you Jackie for your kind words. I edited my story and added some to it. Sorry if it is too long. It was a very important moment in Marmalade and my adventure out on the road as it was our final days as "strays" together. After the woman handed me those much needed funds, 3 friends called me and all broke down crying, they were so touched. To have a stranger, on another grief forum tell me that they thought Marmalade may have been the one to whisper to the woman who helped us really, really impacted me. I never saw it that way. It's a comforting thought no matter who spoke to the woman as my Guardian Angel that night. But let me tell you, when you are that down and out? And a total stranger comes to the rescue all of the sudden, clamining "a voice spoke to them?" It does seem like a miracle! One of many with my dear little boy. : *** )


Never too long, James! I always love reading your words. It's was really touching. Thank you so much for sharing. It really does just show your bond with your sweet Marmalade!

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A Miracle Story With My Cat Marmalade 

My life took a dramatic and devastating turn at one point in Los Angeles, California.  Like domino's, I lost my beautiful home, my business (which at one point had over 100 employees and a 12,500 square foot factory), my car, my friends, my family, my fortune and worst of all...my health. I have had chronic and severe migraine headaches for decades and they have really impacted every aspect of my life. So I needed to regroup and decided to move into the high desert country of New Mexico. 

An evil landlord in New Mexico leased a home to my then business partner and I, that was located in a known (but unknown to us) flood zone (No wonder it was so affordable!) I had moved there from Los Angeles to be able to focus my screenwriting career. I worked in Film, Television, Commercials and Music Video's for many years.

The first big rain the house we rented sunk almost a foot into the ground as I walked through it watching the rain water coming into the kitchen and master bedroom. The landlord's handyman admitted to us that the landlord knew about the foundation being rotten and that it needed to be entirely replaced. Which was never mentioned to us prior to our moving in. When we complained, the landlord went ballistic. He was a 300 LBS. raging, bipolar, ex-meth head, alcoholic with a penchant for guns. We had to vacate so that the house could be renovated. We had spent our savings to move to New Mexico, driving a 24 ft. Ryder Rental Truck filled with Hollywood memorabilia that we were planning to sell via mail order, but were forced to leave behind in NM. Which the landlord misappropriated (aka stole.) He was eventually prosecuted.

During our tenure at the house, I had been feeding 7 or 8 local strays and feral cats that were part of a cat colony, of which the King was a scrawny, sick, mite infested, dirty orange & white tabby cat that I named "Marmalade." I named all of the other cats too. There was: "Big Boy", "Figaro", "Tommy", "Tabby Hunter", "Mouse" and "Baby" the kitten. Next door a mean, new neighbor had moved in and took it upon themselves (without us knowing at first) to use a skunk trap to catch the local cats and take them somewhere. Where we did not know. "Big Boy" and "Tommy" went missing. I was able to ask the neighbor to please stop trapping the cat's and they cooperated miraculously. But that danger always loomed.

When I had to vacate the house, my partner bailed on me and moved back East. I could not take all of the cats with me, as they were way too wild and would have run away, but Marmalade had the right temperament to make the trip back to L.A. with me, so I decided to take him with me. Marmalade was deaf and as I mentioned had chronic health problems (including choking & gagging when trying to eat), I knew he would not survive if I did not look after him. Many around me at the time in New Mexico, including strangers, tried to encourage me not to take Marmalade with me, considering all of the dire circumstances and obstacles I was facing in my life at the time, and tried to push me into giving Marmalade to a cat rescue facility called "The Watermelon Ranch" before I departed NM, but I refused.

Through a few loans, and some consulting gigs, I was able to somehow pay for a motel room each night for 3 1/2 months while Marmalade and I were on the road back to L.A., 850 miles away. We would at times check into a motel and I would be locked out of the room each morning, while I had to try and raise funds to pay for another night's stay. With Marmalade locked in the room without me. At any time I could have lost him. But he motivated me to raise the funds needed for both of us with his presence. I would be allowed back into our room and Marmalade would be happy to see me. Laying on the big motel room bed purring away in gratitude and pure contentment. We had a running gag where I would hear him purr and say to him:

"We're in trouble and you're purring!"

We finally made our way back to California, but at the very end of our road trip, my funds eventually ran out, and Marmalade & I found ourselves literally on the street. 

I had no money left for a motel room or food (including for Marmalade), there was no one that I could call to ask for help. A friend had said he could pick me up possibly the following night, but Marmalade & I were on our own for that night. So I would be sleeping in an alley or the bushes for the first time in my life. Something Marmalade had been accustomed to. 

Next to the parking lot of the Motel 6 that Marmalade and I had just vacated in Arcadia, California was a building that was closed most of the time, and another parking lot that was empty. Marmalade and I made our way into this parking lot, found a shade tree and sat down. Me with my few pieces of luggage, Marmalade in his cat carrier. With no place to go.

Next to the parking lot ran the L.A. River, a long concrete aqueduct that runs through much of Southern California straight to the ocean. A fence ran along the side of the concrete canal on both side. As I was sitting there contemplating my limited options and fate (I was close to suicide) I noticed a torn hole in one part of the fence at it's bottom that was right behind us. After some thought, I opened Marmalade's cat carrier and reluctantly took him out and petted him and placed him at the entrance of the fence and gently crying said to him (although he could barely hear me):

"I have no money and no place to live buddy. I have no money to buy you food. You'd be better off on your own than with me. I'm so sorry." 

I put Marmalade at the entrance of the fence and I let him go. I encouraged him to just walk away from me. He walked through the fence took a few steps and gazed alone at the bank of the L.A. River. He was now "free" again, if he wanted to be. He was now completely out of my reach. I could not have gotten to him through the fencing. Marmalade slowly turned around and looked back up at me through the fence. Then he walked back through the fence opening and to me and just sat down besides me, and then I knew we were meant to stay together and would do so through thick & thin. I wept with joy as I petted and hugged my reunited with boy.

So hours later as nightfall approached, Marmalade and I were sitting in that empty parking lot in Arcadia, California, me with my few pieces of luggage and Marmalade back in his cat carrier, watching the sunset and everything around us was glowing a beautiful and enchanting orange. It was what they call "Magic Hour" in Hollywood. A large peacock came slowly strolling up and past us. Marmalade had never seen a peacock before. We were grateful and felt blessed to see such sites, despite the circumstances. Marmalade & I still had each other. We were still together. Still alive. My compadre and me. 

In the distance, a woman was walking down the sidewalk about 50 ft. away and began to look in our direction, and I was hesitant to wave to her as I thought:

"Don't wave at her, she may call the police. This is Arcadia. A nice neighborhood. And you are homeless."


But still in a grateful and blessed mood I went ahead and waved. And she waved back.

As the woman got closer to Marmalade and I, she suddenly turned off of the sidewalk and made a beeline for me and Marmalade across the parking lot. Which concerned me. I wondered what she was going to say? Soon she was standing over us and smiled gently and said:

"I don't know if you are spiritual or not? and this is going to sound really strange, but a voice just told me in my head 'Please help him. I love him so much.' "

And she then proceeded to hand me $120 in cash.

Marmalade and I checked back into the adjacent Motel 6 that night and had a good supper. Then we slept like babies in the comfort of that room. The next day Marmalade and I took a train ( a first for Marmalade!) to the historic Union Station in downtown Los Angeles, and my friend picked us up. And that night we began staying in my friends warehouse loft, where we resided for 2 years until Marmalade was put to sleep 8 weeks ago. Step by step I began to rebuild, with Marmalade inspiring me with his loyalty, love and companionship the entire way.

Someone on the Reddit Pet Grief subthread that I shared this story with above said they thought it might have been MARMALADE who whispered into that woman's ear that evening who helped us, whereas I always thought it might have been a Guardian Angel. But he WAS my little Guardian Angel!  : ) 

My lucky silver dollar. "Dat ole' Marmalade." 



Dear James,
Your story about how you and Marmalade came to be together was absolutely beautiful and truly touched my heart. I cannot imagine losing everything, including my health, and having to make it through another day. You must be a very strong person with such an amazing spirit, and you should be so proud of all the obstacles you have overcome, and the mountains that have been moved along the way. I truly do believe that your little orange boy had just been waiting for you to come and rescue him, that he was your destiny, and you were his. It all came together in New Mexico, just as it was supposed to, and the Miracle of Marmalade began. Whatever is meant to be will always find a way, and he was yours, and you were his, and will be until your eyes meet once again. 

Oh my gosh, when you wrote about releasing your sweet boy through the fence and telling him how sorry you were and that he was free, but then he walked back through the opening to you, well that brought such tears to my eyes, and must have been one of those precious and unforgettable  moments that you will hold in your heart forever. He knew that he was free, from the very beginning, with his one and only dad, and the one who loved him and had saved him. He in turn certainly saved you, because you did not give up, and you kept going, because you knew he needed you. Wow, your words just blew me away with the depth of love and emotion in them for your dear boy.

I truly do believe that it was God in his infinite wisdom and mercy who whispered in that wonderful lady's ear to help you, because He does love you so much, just like He loves me, and us all. You were basically at the end of the road, and I can only begin to imagine the thoughts going through your mind, but you stayed loyal, steadfast, and true to your Marmalade, and he in turn did the same, and he did not leave your side. Your little miracle boy may just be your guardian angel, even now I know that he is watching over you from his new world, and I can just imagine how proud and grateful he must be to have had a dad who loved him with a love that knows no bounds. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful and heartfelt story with us, an inspiring story so filled with the radiant light and amazing love of a very special kitty named Marmalade. Hugs, Pamela

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Thank you Pamela, Your kind and gracious comments brought many tears to my eyes. : **** )

During one specific incident, Marmalade immediately brought me back to a belief in a benevolent, higher power. God answered my prayers with him countless times. At times these events borderline on the surreal, but they were so apparent. I had been an atheist or agnostic for 50 years before my path crossed with Marmalade's. I do believe it was fate. Someday I may tell that story. 

This is an interesting incident, I am not a member of a church congregation, but upon re-settling in Los Angeles, I volunteered at one church locally in their foodbank (unloading trucks and stocking pantry shelves) and helped them build-out their Thrift Store and obtained donations for it etc. One time, a church coordinator called me on my cell phone and she said a prayer for Marmalade, and at the end, I could hear the ENTIRE congregation say "AMEN!" in the background. They had prayed for Marmalade within the main hall of the church! 

I asked God for more time with Marmalade in the Spring of 2018, and God granted me 1 more year with him. I was so close to putting Marmalade down at that point. But miraculously he pulled through. We got our 1 year. Each night I prayed to God:

 "Thank you for the time that has been alloted to Marmalade & I so far. Thy will be done." 

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Hi James,

Your Memories of Marmalade are beautiful and so full of life!  As a writer, perhaps the "Miracle of Marmalade" should be your next project.  He graced your life for a reason and sharing his story (and your story) might be inspiring to others going through rough times.  There is a way out and hope might present itself in the form of a big ol' orange cat!

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Dear Lori,

Oh thank you so much Lori, for your very kind & gracious words! They mean more to me than you could know. I've been having a very blue day today, like so many of us here. Have a nice weekend and thank you again for your comments. 

XOXO,
James
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James..thank you so much for sharing that story of you and marmalade..i had no idea!and he was faithful to you in return and wanted to be by your side no matter what you two were going through..he was so loyal and its because he knew how much you loved and cared for him and how much he loved you..
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Thank you kindly Jennifer. Your words mean so much to me. They are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading my story. So many things happened to Marmalade during our adventures together. I am so grateful to be able to share some of those stories and memories here, with such thoughtful, loving & caring people such as  yourself.

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James
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James thank you so much for sharing. Marmalade was your angel here on earth.
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Thank you for sharing! Such a great story!
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Thank you Lisa (aka Tazzyboy) for your very gracious and kind comment.

Thank you too Chiron for your graciousness and kind words. 

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James
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