I found this forum, exactly one year ago today.
She was a petite little black girl with brown eyes and a faint blotch of white on her chest. I actually never saw her eyes very well because they blended in with her fur so much.
In the summer of 08, our road was closed for construction. Her, her baby, Beeba and two feral males, Hosta and Ranger were living under all the machinery. As the time came closer to the road reopening, I feared for their lives. So we managed to trap Spot and Beeba. They became a part of our home.
It took a couple of months for them to "friendly up" to us. I'd spend hours on the floor playing string with them or just talking to them. They finally came around.
In February last year, Spot started getting very round. I attributed it in the beginning to getting spayed. However, after a while it became evident that it was more. My vet was out of town, so I took her to my back up vet. I thought I would be bringing her home..........
They drew off a vial of white liquid from her abdomen. It was Chylousperitoneum. Her lymph system had a chink somewhere and was draining into her belly. It could have been a tumor, heredity, an injury.
I let my tears fall on her fur so something of myself would be with her always. I clipped a piece of her fur and gave her a piece of my hair. She is buried in our kitty cemetary. My DH made a wooden cross in his workshop as he does with all our kitties. I carved her name with a router.
I thought it fitting that my 1200th post be a tribute to her, on this her first anniversary at the bridge.
I came here last year to try to find someone who had gone through this too. I didn't really find that, but I found a great bunch of people who, like me, are devoted to their cats.
So, this is for Spot. My sweet, quiet little girl. I promised to take good care of Beeb and he has blossomed.
Spot, you are Top Cat in my heart.
Thanks all for taking the time to read this and for being there.
She was a petite little black girl with brown eyes and a faint blotch of white on her chest. I actually never saw her eyes very well because they blended in with her fur so much.
In the summer of 08, our road was closed for construction. Her, her baby, Beeba and two feral males, Hosta and Ranger were living under all the machinery. As the time came closer to the road reopening, I feared for their lives. So we managed to trap Spot and Beeba. They became a part of our home.
It took a couple of months for them to "friendly up" to us. I'd spend hours on the floor playing string with them or just talking to them. They finally came around.
In February last year, Spot started getting very round. I attributed it in the beginning to getting spayed. However, after a while it became evident that it was more. My vet was out of town, so I took her to my back up vet. I thought I would be bringing her home..........
They drew off a vial of white liquid from her abdomen. It was Chylousperitoneum. Her lymph system had a chink somewhere and was draining into her belly. It could have been a tumor, heredity, an injury.
I let my tears fall on her fur so something of myself would be with her always. I clipped a piece of her fur and gave her a piece of my hair. She is buried in our kitty cemetary. My DH made a wooden cross in his workshop as he does with all our kitties. I carved her name with a router.
I thought it fitting that my 1200th post be a tribute to her, on this her first anniversary at the bridge.
I came here last year to try to find someone who had gone through this too. I didn't really find that, but I found a great bunch of people who, like me, are devoted to their cats.
So, this is for Spot. My sweet, quiet little girl. I promised to take good care of Beeb and he has blossomed.
Spot, you are Top Cat in my heart.
Thanks all for taking the time to read this and for being there.
