17 Sep
Sad Times…
Well there have been some strange and sad goings on around here. I really don’t know what to make of it.
The first thing to happen was the strange disappearance of Terminator. She is the one with the ‘billy idol-ish’ sneer. I counted the days… I called and visited the shelter repeatedly, I reported her absence to the vets in the area.
At this point I have to figure she is gone for good. Perhaps a neighbor took her in or something. I had intended to find her a home but one I knew about… I keep hoping though I will find out where she went.
Then Tack came home with her tail just hanging there. I was really worried but in the end everything worked out fine just as I was told it would. Her tail gained back its function. It still has this odd little kink at the tip but it is back in all of its former glory.
Then came Trouble… this ending wasn’t happy. Not happy at all. I noticed her gums were turning yellow so I took her to the vet. They said there was not much they could do that would definitely help and their best advice was to put her to sleep. To end her suffering.
It was a really really devastating choice I had to make. I loved her and was going to keep her. I mean I had sort of helped deliver her into this world as when I found her she had not had her cord cut yet. The sac was still attached also.
Further the cord was wrapped around her several times. I still remember that morning before dawn… I gently unwrapped this brand new kitten from her cord and I had to cut it. I guess by kitten four mom was too tired.
So I was really bonded with her and likewise she was with me. I would always find her waiting for me when I went out. She would always want to be with me when I was outside. It was problematic at times… like if I knelt down she would jump on my back.
I never really minded though because I felt such a strong love and connection to her. It was devastating for me to lose her, especially at only 14 months, but I loved her enough to ease her suffering.
The vet said it was most likely some form of poison ingestion. She said it could have easily happened if one of the neighbors was poisoning mice or rats and Trouble found a dead one which she ate.
I brought her home and buried her in a nice spot with all her toys. It was really hard for me to do. It is not easy to dig when your eyes are not able to focus well. *grin*
She will always be loved by me and never forgotten. It has been two weeks now since and I can finally write about it…
