Quick note: the vet called this morning. Basette hasn’t improved. My regular vet wasn’t in today, so she asked another vet to call me. Her glucose levels had dipped low again last night, so she is still responding to the insulin.
I’ll post again after I visit Basette.
I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with some of the grief: making a memorial for Basette here at the house. I have a small table with pictures of all of my relatives who have died, poems I wrote for eulogies, and knick-knacks that remind me of them. An apple pie-scented candle for…
I picked up Ambush’s ashes today: a little white box in a purple velvet bag that says “Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge.” My poor little buddy. I held it together until the person at the clinic handed me the bag with Ambush’s ashes. I’ve cried almost every time I’ve seen something that…
I called the NC vet back last night to find out how severe Ambush’ murmur is. On a scale of 1-6, with six being the worst, she rates Ambush’s a five. Que scepticism. If it was a quiet murmur, I could understand maybe my vet in TN missing the murmur. But how do you miss…
I love my kitty. I love my kitty. I love my kitty. Cats are notorious for being finicky critters. I’ve been blessed with two cats who are not. Put almost anything in front of Ambush or Kiesha and they will eat it. They might even meow for seconds. Stella, on the other hand, more than…
Today I read a post on an online bulletin board written by a woman whose dearest cat is dying from kidney failure. Reading her grief-striken words was like an echo of my own posts last spring desperately trying to find a solution or help for Basette. And knowing, ultimately, that there wasn’t one. That this…
Every night at about 10:00 PM Kiesha loses her mind and her evil twin emerges. About that time, I’ll hear a high pitched meow (where Kiesha gets her nickname of ‘Squeaky’) and the scritch-scratch of Kiesha clawing on the back of the couch. It’s like a mating call: ‘Come play with me or else I’m…