My parents made the sad decision to put one of their cats, Tiffany to sleep today.
Tiffy’s 19, blind, arthritic and is starting to suffer from dementia. She held steady for awhile, but has really gone downhill in the past few weeks, so we all knew this was becoming inevitable. My mom brought her home when I was 12.
Tiffany came to us as a tiny calico ball of fluff with an angelic little face and quickly established herself as the most efficient hunter I’ve ever seen. At 3 months old she gleefully came and got my Dad to proudly show him her ‘kill’…a vole nearly half again her size that she couldn’t carry to the back porch. I still don’t know how she got it. She was also her big brother’s defender. She and Alex would tag-team any of the neighbour’s dogs that set foot on our property…they all feared her. All she had to do was growl and they’d run. She was the undisputed Alpha of the street.
She and her brother joined the family as barn cats to keep the mice out of the grain, but moved inside as they got older. Tiffy was never really into being an indoor cat, though. Right up until this last year, she’d still wander outside and kill things…despite the blindness and arthritic movement. She was never really a people cat. She was the stereotypical aloof cat. She’d never strike you if you tried to pet her, but she’d contort her body in the strangest ways to avoid being touched. She also had the most ornery sounding meow – like whenever she opened her mouth she was complaining at you.
R.I.P Tiffany, our Mighty Huntress. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of things to stalk over the Rainbow Bridge.
Tiffy’s 19, blind, arthritic and is starting to suffer from dementia. She held steady for awhile, but has really gone downhill in the past few weeks, so we all knew this was becoming inevitable. My mom brought her home when I was 12.
Tiffany came to us as a tiny calico ball of fluff with an angelic little face and quickly established herself as the most efficient hunter I’ve ever seen. At 3 months old she gleefully came and got my Dad to proudly show him her ‘kill’…a vole nearly half again her size that she couldn’t carry to the back porch. I still don’t know how she got it. She was also her big brother’s defender. She and Alex would tag-team any of the neighbour’s dogs that set foot on our property…they all feared her. All she had to do was growl and they’d run. She was the undisputed Alpha of the street.
She and her brother joined the family as barn cats to keep the mice out of the grain, but moved inside as they got older. Tiffy was never really into being an indoor cat, though. Right up until this last year, she’d still wander outside and kill things…despite the blindness and arthritic movement. She was never really a people cat. She was the stereotypical aloof cat. She’d never strike you if you tried to pet her, but she’d contort her body in the strangest ways to avoid being touched. She also had the most ornery sounding meow – like whenever she opened her mouth she was complaining at you.
R.I.P Tiffany, our Mighty Huntress. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of things to stalk over the Rainbow Bridge.
I really hope my cats live a good long age like Tiffany 
