My wife and want to thank everyone for their thoughts and kind words at our loss of Princess Sunday. It was sudden and very serious issue and it broke our hearts.
She showed up on our deck years ago as a small kitten. I heard her before I saw her. Heard hissing but she was hiding behind a tomato plant we were growing on our deck. Then she popped out and kept hissing.
I took a bowl of kitten food out for her and she dove right into it, stopping on occasion to hiss at me again. We would see her almost everyday and knew she had to be a stray someone probably dumped out on the highway close to our home.
She kept hissing and moving away when I would approach her. Worked with her little by little and she eventually quit hissing at us. I would sit down on the deck floor and put the bowl about a foot away, over days moving the food bowl a little closer to me. Took quite a while, but she finally no longer seemed afraid of me.
Over time she would let us pet her and gradually she loved attention, but never wanted to sit on our laps or let us pick her up. That never changed. I did grab her and get her into a carrier to get her spayed and also get her shots.
Last year we planned on bringing her into our home. She seemed to get along, through our screens, with our indoor felines. When we had her in for her shots our vet did a blood draw and she turned up HIV Positive, thus we could not risk our other felines health. We had to leave her outdoors, but she mostly stuck close by our patio room.
We got a heated little cat home for her to keep warm and comfy during our Midwest winters and colder weather. She loved being petted and lying on her back for belly rubs and petting. She was every bit our kitty, we just couldn't risk bringing her indoors.
We called her our semi-feral when people asked about her. Then came Sunday and we could see she was in serious distress. Our Vet was only open till noon on Sundays, and it was about 8pm when I realized we had to get her to an Emergency Animal Care Clinic.
Had to plan how to approach her to be able to grab her and not let her see the carrier for fear it would spook her. My wife and I planned it out, called the Clinic and told them we were bringing her in ASAP. Plans went well, but we both knew she probably not come back home with us. She was just too weak and breathing so hard we knew it was very serious. We knew the best thing for her was passing over the bridge.
We had just about 2 weeks earlier had to let Ozzie, our almost 15 year old go. He was in Congestive Heart Failure when we got him to our vet. He was acting a bit off the night before, and the following morning breathing hard when I left for my Physical Therapy. I asked my wife to keep an eye on him while I was gone.
When I got home we got him straight to our vet. He was in pain, and his rear feet were cold. That is an indication of a blood clot, and we had little to decide. We are still waiting for his ashes, and then the same for our Princess.
Thank you to all of you animal lovers. We all know losing a beloved pet is losing a family member. My wife and I are still working through the sadness of losing both of our furry family members in such a short period of time.
Our best to everyone and each and every furry member of your families.
Cindy/our remaining 3 boys and 3 girls of our furry family, and myself,
hckynut(john)
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