Sasha was adopted from "a friend of a friend" of my ex-girlfriend back in 1992. He was terrified, had fleas and tapeworm. He was so frightened that he wouldn't eat the food I was presenting him. I dipped my finger in the food and held it under his nose to smell it.
He began licking my finger and purring loudly; and this is where I knew I could never get rid of him: we were supposed to foster him until he was adopted, but forget about it! I was already too attached to him.
I litter-trained him myself, had him "de-flead" and "de-wormed" and he lived 18 healthy years under my care.
It's kind of ironic that in the last days of his life, I was finger-feeding him once more and giving him at home intensive care. I cried like a baby when the Vet told me Sasha was too ill (advanced CRF) and that the "humane thing" needed to be done. I cried even more on my way to and at the vet.
When the nurse gave him the sedative, I stroked his head and back, repeating to him how much I loved him and how much I wished I could get him healthy kidneys. Then I could see how ill he was: skin on bones and very weak. Then I knew that I was indeed doing the humane thing. I kissed his little head one last time before the nurse took him to the back.
Kudos to the wonderful people at the Renforth Veterinary Clinic who have been so nice and supportive; Doctors White and Mardinger; veterinary nurse Sonia and receptionist Sandra who have been absolutely the best.
He began licking my finger and purring loudly; and this is where I knew I could never get rid of him: we were supposed to foster him until he was adopted, but forget about it! I was already too attached to him.
I litter-trained him myself, had him "de-flead" and "de-wormed" and he lived 18 healthy years under my care.
It's kind of ironic that in the last days of his life, I was finger-feeding him once more and giving him at home intensive care. I cried like a baby when the Vet told me Sasha was too ill (advanced CRF) and that the "humane thing" needed to be done. I cried even more on my way to and at the vet.
When the nurse gave him the sedative, I stroked his head and back, repeating to him how much I loved him and how much I wished I could get him healthy kidneys. Then I could see how ill he was: skin on bones and very weak. Then I knew that I was indeed doing the humane thing. I kissed his little head one last time before the nurse took him to the back.
Kudos to the wonderful people at the Renforth Veterinary Clinic who have been so nice and supportive; Doctors White and Mardinger; veterinary nurse Sonia and receptionist Sandra who have been absolutely the best.
