I had to send Sasha off to the Rainbow Bridge this morning...She had never recovered over whatever it was she had. She was around 5 pounds and emaciated, dehydrated, her fur was falling out in clumps, and had these boils all over her body and that were only getting bigger. I thought of doing tests just to make myself feel better in knowing what was wrong, but I put Sasha first and decided that her suffering needed to end. She was only 7, and and I had only had her for 2 years.
She was my 17th birthday present from my boyfriend because I had longed for another cat after losing my first sister Lexie to detached retnas and strokes a year prior. But its been so rewarding to have her. I swear she acted more like a dog than a cat. She would get on her hind legs and her front ones would crawl up my leg like a child wanting to be held. She had the funniest and most expressive facial expressions. She would let me do anything to her, and I could wopse her around and she'd just let me do it, like a rag doll. She loved being held and carried around. In fact she was kind of needy in the needing to be held department, but I didn't care. It was a morning ritual, she would see me and flop over on her back and show me her stomach, smiling (I swear she was).
She adjusted well to Phoebe and towards the end they were grooming each other and sleeping in the cat bed together. While Lexie was my first cat, she was more attached to my mother than me, but we were still close. Sasha though, she was all mine. From the moment my boyfriend and I picked her up from the rescue shelter, she claimed me as her main person.
My vet was awesome today. Even he got a little upset over the whole ordeal. He was the same one that put Lexie to sleep as well. Lexie and Sasha's personalities are completely different. Lexie was female warrior hear her roar, and Sasha was more, "Meh...whatever...zzzzz" I hope those two get along up there.
Here's a pic of Sasha:
And here's one of Phoebe and Sasha shortly after we got Phoebe:
She was my 17th birthday present from my boyfriend because I had longed for another cat after losing my first sister Lexie to detached retnas and strokes a year prior. But its been so rewarding to have her. I swear she acted more like a dog than a cat. She would get on her hind legs and her front ones would crawl up my leg like a child wanting to be held. She had the funniest and most expressive facial expressions. She would let me do anything to her, and I could wopse her around and she'd just let me do it, like a rag doll. She loved being held and carried around. In fact she was kind of needy in the needing to be held department, but I didn't care. It was a morning ritual, she would see me and flop over on her back and show me her stomach, smiling (I swear she was).
She adjusted well to Phoebe and towards the end they were grooming each other and sleeping in the cat bed together. While Lexie was my first cat, she was more attached to my mother than me, but we were still close. Sasha though, she was all mine. From the moment my boyfriend and I picked her up from the rescue shelter, she claimed me as her main person.
My vet was awesome today. Even he got a little upset over the whole ordeal. He was the same one that put Lexie to sleep as well. Lexie and Sasha's personalities are completely different. Lexie was female warrior hear her roar, and Sasha was more, "Meh...whatever...zzzzz" I hope those two get along up there.
Here's a pic of Sasha:
And here's one of Phoebe and Sasha shortly after we got Phoebe:
