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While we’ve had cats for what seems like forever (The Boys themselves are 16, and we had four others before they came along that lived years), this was the first time it was necessary for us/me to help a beloved furbie to the Rainbow Bridge.
Many of you mentioned that you’ve had to do it numerous times. My heart goes out to you.
Mikey and Billy seem a “little more settled” now, as I think they were sensing Jonny was not well. As a result, I believe they were in a bit of turmoil, too.
I had hoped Jonny could get to 17 years (June 7) and beyond, but it was not meant to be. It was difficult enough knowing he was failing, especially so in the last few days.
And so now he’s at the Rainbow Bridge with Bowie, his fur family brother; Sweet Praline and all the other special kitties that you wrote about that have gone before.
Thank you all again for your love and support wrapped around us.
Yours in claiming your purrs and prayers,
Not to mention the numerous other ills he’s struggled with over the last two years.
Even eating became a chore, not to mention his difficulty getting into the litter box. In addition it was hard for him to try to get up onto the couch or to go up stairs. He could get down the stairs; his back legs just weren’t strong enough to take him back up them.
So late yesterday afternoon, Friday, April 11, 2014, I made that difficult decision. I called the Vet and said thought it was time for him to begin his journey to the Rainbow Bridge.
Needless to say, I cried all the way to the Vet and I cried all the way home. And while my heart is broken, I’m trying to take comfort in knowing it was the right thing to do. He was just struggling so much and failing fast, especially this past week. And yesterday in particular.
Yours in remembering our lost fur loves,
Or, you’re just minding your business and all of a sudden you realize you haven’t seen your kitty for a good bit of time. An hour or two or even a whole morning or afternoon.
Maybe you go to make the bed or to sit down in your favorite chair …
It’s then you find the lost furball.
It happened again to me the other morning when I went to make the bed. The blankets felt sort of heavy as I started to straighten them.
I then lifted them to put them pull them even with the pillows and discovered Jonny had scooched down under the covers when I wasn’t looking!
He hasn’t been sleeping with me lately; no wonder, he crawls into bed after I’m out. That way he gets dibs on the best spot.
Yours in bed searches for kitties,
P.S. Here’s something your kitty might like for his very own; instead of sharing yours.
He really wasn’t a “baby” years-wise as he was 12. But to us he was our baby–he was the last kitty we got.
He is missed!
We had him cremated and then we put him into a small walnut urn and added his photo to the front of it. The urn is now on the toilet tank lid in the bathroom, as Bowie liked to spend a lot of time sleeping in the bathroom!
Jonny and Bowie were “pals” and on numerous occasions over the last three years Jonny will get up on the toilet seat to spend some time with Bowie, looking at his photo.
Yours in remembering past kitty loves,
It was a lot easier when Chuck and I together could see that “The Boys” got their “dose” because one of us held the cat in question and the other would “try” to administer the pill, the drop, the dab, the whatever.
Now that it’s just “me and ‘the Boys’”, it’s a bit of a challenge to get the job done. With both of us still in tact.
Aside from daily trips to the vet, some hints to help you manage the “medicine administration” safely and soundly for all concerned include:
Spend time with your cat; play with her, hold her–at times other than when it’s time to give the meds. In other words, you don’t want your kitty associating being held in a certain way with time for you to jam the pill in her mouth or to drop a dab of something in her eye.
When it’s time to give whatever the medication is, make sure you’re all set to go before you track down and hold your cat. Is the cap off the tube? Is the liquid measured out and in the dispenser? Is the pill at the ready? Read the rest of this entry »
These days, it seems to be his favorite-ist place in the whole wide world.
I love it with him there, too.
He’s on his side, sometimes he’s looking at me; most times he’s sleeping.
Then all of a sudden I feel a soft bit of fur touch my face or my chest. When I look down, there’s Billy’s paw reaching out to me.
I’m thinking it’s a “love tap”!
Yours in kitties that so openly share their love,
And so I still try to remember this mantra when I’m going about my day doing various activities.
One such activity the other day had to do with Mikey and Billy as they ate breakfast. I had just returned from Curves and knew it was time to give Mikey his “ear drops”. (Actually, it’s a medicated cream for his hyperthyroidism that I put onto the inside of his ear.)
As Mikey ate, I decided it would be a perfect time to give him his medication as he would be distracted from what I was doing.
So I got the applicator ready and then bent down to put the cream on his ear. But he balked a bit; like he was saying, “leave me alone, I want to eat”. I’m glad he did, as when he looked up at me, I realized I was in the process of getting ready to put the medication into Billy’s ear!
Yours in paying attention to your kitty,
Photo: Mikey, front right; Billy, back left