Tynemouth Market

It's with a heavy heart I have to announce the loss of Iggy. He lost the battle against cancer on 12 April 2010 aged 10 years.The cancer grabbed hold of him and finally took him in only three months. Despite valiant efforts by his owners and the local vet, nothing could put a halt to the cancer.
He was a very special character. All he asked for was food, a stroke and somewhere nice to sleep.
The Station was his. He ruled it. Never afraid of other cats, dogs or humans, he went where he wanted and when he wanted.

Below is the last picture of Iggy, taken on Sunday 11th.
Snoozing, as usual on Lindas cushions.
Getting strokes from passers by, he was in his element.
Goodbye pal, we'll all miss you.

A Pets Prayer
If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then, you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can't be won.
Don't let your grief stay your hand,

For this day more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many years,
What is to come can hold no fear.
You'd not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you'll see it is a kindness you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Don't grieve it should be you who this thing decides to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold tears.
SMILE, FOR WE WALKED TOGETHER FOR AWHILE.

IGGY THE STATION MASTER

Why did you make this place your own?
There were those who loved you, you already had a home.

Was it the thrill that always drew you back
beating the Metro as you leapt across the track?
Was it the comfort of a cushion on a stall
where you curled around in a soft furry ball?

Was it the greetings of strangers passing through
who knew no others and stroked only you?
Was it the scent of cooking in the morning
just as winters day through the canopies was dawning?
Or was it the good hunting in the quiet of night
when many a timid mouse scuttled out of sight?

But for so many years you were guardian of this place
patrolling every area with your special feline grace.
So perhaps you were the spirit of a Station Master past
whose unquiet soul is now laid to rest at last.