Merlin, the sole survivor of an Aussie bush fire, dies of his injuries

Merlin was the sole survivor of a bush fire that tore through an animal rescue facility in Australia. He died later in hospital of his injuries.

Merlin Survived
Merlin Survived initially but died later in hospital
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This is a quick update on a recent article (opens a new window/tab) about the catastrophic loss of life of shelter cats at the Tea Tree Gully Boarding and Kennels due to a bush fire.

Merlin managed to escape the fire. He was found in a drain and he was the sole cat survivor. He was in a bad way. He was cared for at the Tea Tree Gully Veterinary Hospital.

Merlin was doing okay, apparently. His heart was severely affected and he had fluid on his chest. He had difficulty breathing.

The Tea Tree Gully Veterinary Hospital posted a notice on their Facebook webpage saying:

“Yesterday our family said goodbye to Merlin for the last time. While he was recovering well from most of his injuries, his heart was severely affected by the trauma of his experience and recurring fluid in his chest meant that he was struggling to breathe. He fought so hard to stay with us but couldn’t win this battle. Our family are deeply grateful for the treatment and care he received at Tea Tree Gully Veterinary Hospital.”

RIP Merlin. I hope your journey over the rainbow bridge was a good one.

11 thoughts on “Merlin, the sole survivor of an Aussie bush fire, dies of his injuries”

  1. This is very sad news. My heart goes out to Merlin’s family and everyone who knew and loved him. They must be heartbroken.

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  2. That is so sad; Deepest sympathy on his passing. Sweet fur angel .. I was so hoping you would be ok!!! RIP Merlin … become whole and young again. And be healthy & pain free at Rainbow Bridge.

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    • Miss Me, But Let Me Go

      When I come to the end of the road
      And the sun has set for me,
      I want no rites in a gloom filled room
      Why cry for a soul set free!
      Miss me a little, but not for long,
      And not with your head bowed low.
      Remember the love we once shared,
      Miss me, but let me go!
      For this a journey we all must take,
      And each must go alone;
      It’s all a part of the master’s plan
      A step on the road to home.
      When you are lonely and sick of heart
      Go to the friends we know,
      And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
      Miss me, but let me go.

      Robyn Rancman

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    • If I Should Go Tomorrow

      If I should go tomorrow
      It would never be goodbye,
      For I have left my heart with you,
      So don’t you ever cry.
      The love that’s deep within me,
      Shall reach you from the stars,
      You’ll feel it from the heavens,
      And it will heal the scars.

      Anon

      My Forever Pet

      There’s something
      missing in my home,
      I feel it day and night,

      I know it will take
      time and strength before
      things feel quite right.

      But just for now,
      I need to mourn,
      My heart– it needs to mend.

      Though some may say,
      “It’s just a pet,”
      I know I’ve lost a friend.

      You’ve brought such
      laughter to my home,
      and richness to my days.

      A constant friend
      through joy or loss
      with gentle, loving ways.

      Companion, friend,
      and confidante,
      A friend I won’t forget.

      You’ll live forever in my heart,
      My sweet, forever pet.

      – Susanne Taylor

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    • I AM NOT THERE

      Do not stand at my grave and weep;
      I am not there. I do not sleep.
      I am a thousand winds that blow.
      I am the diamond glints on snow.
      I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
      I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
      When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
      I am the swift uplifting rush
      of quiet birds in circled flight.
      I am the soft stars that shine at night.
      Do not stand at my grave and cry;
      I am not there, I did not die.

      Various sources attribute this poem to the one of the following authors:
      (A) Mary Frye
      (B) Joyce Fossen
      (C) An unknown member of the Hobi Native American Tribe

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    • I’m Still Here

      Friend, please don’t mourn for me
      I’m still here, though you don’t see.
      I’m right by your side each night and day
      and within your heart I long to stay.

      My body is gone but I’m always near.
      I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
      My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
      as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

      I’ll never wander out of your sight-
      I’m the brightest star on a summer night.
      I’ll never be beyond your reach-
      I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.

      I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
      and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
      I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
      The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

      I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
      The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
      I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
      and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.

      When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
      you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
      I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
      and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

      I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
      and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
      I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
      Just look for me, friend, I’m everyplace!

      Author Unknown

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      • Thanks again J. Martin. This is another beautiful poem. I believe that the deceased are still there because they are in our memory. There is a wonderful book: Stone As The Tabernacle Of Memory – 1994 by John O’Donohue (Author). The poem reminds me of the book. O’Donohue says that the stone holds the memories. I can see that.

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