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I would like to show you photos of Sinbad and Daisy and share their stories.
Sinbad was born in a graveyard and dumped by his mum along with his 5 brothers and sisters. Fortunately a wonderful lady was looking out for mum (a stray who refused to be rescued) and took the kittens in. Sinbad was a week old when I first saw him, being fed with a dropper. I took him and his sister Maisie when they were 8 weeks old.
He was a real character, infact we used to say that he had butterflies between his ears due to the silly things he would do. Rolling off the bed, chasing shadows and occasionally gazing intently at the wall as if something really interesting was there!
Sadly his sister Maisie, was taken from us in a RTA when they were 3. Sinbad was so sad, he just moped around and even began losing his fur. The vet tried to tell me he had a flea allergy, but Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m convinced it was grief.
A couple of weeks later I really felt I had to do something, so called one of the pet rescues. They told me about an 18 month old cat they desperately needed to rehome. She had been discovered by a landlord 6 weeks after the tenants had disappeared from the property. She was currently being fed by a neighbour.
So Daisy joined our family and gave Sinbad the feline company he needed. She was a fickle little lady, only allowing us to stroke her when she felt like it. After the start in life sheâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d had, who could blame her!
One Sunday in Oct 06 Sinbad seemed a little off colour that evening, but nothing big. I came down at 5am the next morning to find my big gentle boy dead on the hall carpet. He was 15 years old and against all the odds, he had grown from a tiny, hand reared scrap into a beautiful, cuddly bear. He had not had one dayâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s illness and it almost seemed fitting that having caused me no problems all his life, he passed over without a fuss. The shock was horrific though. I will always miss him.
In Jan 07 Daisy joined him. She had lost her sight a year previously which strangely had made her almost fearless. Janet, who I posted about in another thread here, used to pounce on her occasionally and there was no love lost between them. After going blind, she no longer would run from him. She stood her ground and taught him some manners, which bemused him no end! Sadly her kidneys began to fail and she couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t carry on. My sweet, funny little girl will no doubt be keeping everyone in line over the bridge.
Thank you for reading and I apologise for the length, I could have written loads more.
http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/h...cats/daisy.jpg
I would like to show you photos of Sinbad and Daisy and share their stories.
Sinbad was born in a graveyard and dumped by his mum along with his 5 brothers and sisters. Fortunately a wonderful lady was looking out for mum (a stray who refused to be rescued) and took the kittens in. Sinbad was a week old when I first saw him, being fed with a dropper. I took him and his sister Maisie when they were 8 weeks old.
He was a real character, infact we used to say that he had butterflies between his ears due to the silly things he would do. Rolling off the bed, chasing shadows and occasionally gazing intently at the wall as if something really interesting was there!
Sadly his sister Maisie, was taken from us in a RTA when they were 3. Sinbad was so sad, he just moped around and even began losing his fur. The vet tried to tell me he had a flea allergy, but Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m convinced it was grief.
A couple of weeks later I really felt I had to do something, so called one of the pet rescues. They told me about an 18 month old cat they desperately needed to rehome. She had been discovered by a landlord 6 weeks after the tenants had disappeared from the property. She was currently being fed by a neighbour.
So Daisy joined our family and gave Sinbad the feline company he needed. She was a fickle little lady, only allowing us to stroke her when she felt like it. After the start in life sheâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d had, who could blame her!
One Sunday in Oct 06 Sinbad seemed a little off colour that evening, but nothing big. I came down at 5am the next morning to find my big gentle boy dead on the hall carpet. He was 15 years old and against all the odds, he had grown from a tiny, hand reared scrap into a beautiful, cuddly bear. He had not had one dayâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s illness and it almost seemed fitting that having caused me no problems all his life, he passed over without a fuss. The shock was horrific though. I will always miss him.
In Jan 07 Daisy joined him. She had lost her sight a year previously which strangely had made her almost fearless. Janet, who I posted about in another thread here, used to pounce on her occasionally and there was no love lost between them. After going blind, she no longer would run from him. She stood her ground and taught him some manners, which bemused him no end! Sadly her kidneys began to fail and she couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t carry on. My sweet, funny little girl will no doubt be keeping everyone in line over the bridge.
Thank you for reading and I apologise for the length, I could have written loads more.
