Ahhhh the emotions....ok...deep breath.... Precious passed about 10 days ago from what I believe was IBD but none of the 3 vets that saw her were sure. She was about 14 yo. On the last day she was incredibly weak I took her to the vet. Her body temp was well below norm and the vet said it was likely her systems were shutting down. The vet was giving her fluids and put warm towels around her. Then she said to me let me know if you want to let her go. I looked at her with a blank stare - its something you need time to think through. She said, you know miracles sometimes happen. I`m a believer so I said lets give it 30 minutes. She said OK and left. About 15 minutes later she hugged me and said Precious made the decision for us.... she had a heart attack. I was sad but also relieved.... no more suffering. The IBD gave her terrible bouts of vomiting when she had flareups.
Precious was an Alpha Cat to the max. She had no use for other cats especially the younger boys that always wanted to play tag with her. Her nature was paradoxical. She would get frightened and hide under the bed for hours at unfamiliar sounds and such. But when it mattered most she had the heart of a LION. I witnessed it with my own eyes one night.....
There lived a family of racoons in the roof of our condo and at night they would climb down a tree and forage for food. Well one night I was in the bathroom and heard an INCREDIBLE commotion coming from the living room. What sounded like a schoolyard gang fight. When I rushed into the living room, I was stunned to see the huge fat momma raccoon, dad, and 3 of the fully grown children walking around like they owned the place. Then I realized they helped themselves in through the pet door we built into the screen for the cats. Anyway, there was Precious attacking them with the loudest growling ever and fending off their advances. In truth, she did keep the Raccoons at bay though thoroughly outsized and numbered. All they wanted was to get around her and into the kitchen were the scent of food was coming from. At that point I got my trusty broom as was able to coax them back out the door outside. I will never forget her courage. Those raccoons could have ripped her to pieces.
What I loved about Precious:
- her sweet disposition
- she would lay right near your head at night and lull you to sleep with her purring.
Quirks I could do without:
- she had a habit of opening the bathroom door after you just walked in and would walk in and then right out. Sort of the bathroom inspector general.
- Scratching in the litter box as if she was digging a hole to China. I mean 3AM she dug around so much I was hoping she would at least strike oil.
- she hated other cats and kids. A kitty Diva I suppose.
Precious was the first cat that I really had to go the extra mile cause of her health. I`m sorry you went through it Precious but I swear it was not in vain. For you have prepared me to be a much better caretaker of those who will follow in your paw-steps.
Thanks for keeping me company on those lonely nights friend. I`m sure we will see each other again. And yes, I`ll remember the freeze-dried chicken treats for you!!
Hugs
Z
Here is Precious in her chubbier days. Here she is waiting for me to rub her belly which she absolutely loved. A session would go on for 20 minutes while she daintily flexed her front paws - alternating one after the other. Must be a girl thing.
Here is Precious at one of the very rare times she would rest next to Max. She saw him as an annoyance when we got him as a kitten about 5 years younger.... always wanting to play .... hmmmf.
Precious was an Alpha Cat to the max. She had no use for other cats especially the younger boys that always wanted to play tag with her. Her nature was paradoxical. She would get frightened and hide under the bed for hours at unfamiliar sounds and such. But when it mattered most she had the heart of a LION. I witnessed it with my own eyes one night.....
There lived a family of racoons in the roof of our condo and at night they would climb down a tree and forage for food. Well one night I was in the bathroom and heard an INCREDIBLE commotion coming from the living room. What sounded like a schoolyard gang fight. When I rushed into the living room, I was stunned to see the huge fat momma raccoon, dad, and 3 of the fully grown children walking around like they owned the place. Then I realized they helped themselves in through the pet door we built into the screen for the cats. Anyway, there was Precious attacking them with the loudest growling ever and fending off their advances. In truth, she did keep the Raccoons at bay though thoroughly outsized and numbered. All they wanted was to get around her and into the kitchen were the scent of food was coming from. At that point I got my trusty broom as was able to coax them back out the door outside. I will never forget her courage. Those raccoons could have ripped her to pieces.
What I loved about Precious:
- her sweet disposition
- she would lay right near your head at night and lull you to sleep with her purring.
Quirks I could do without:
- she had a habit of opening the bathroom door after you just walked in and would walk in and then right out. Sort of the bathroom inspector general.
- Scratching in the litter box as if she was digging a hole to China. I mean 3AM she dug around so much I was hoping she would at least strike oil.
- she hated other cats and kids. A kitty Diva I suppose.
Precious was the first cat that I really had to go the extra mile cause of her health. I`m sorry you went through it Precious but I swear it was not in vain. For you have prepared me to be a much better caretaker of those who will follow in your paw-steps.
Thanks for keeping me company on those lonely nights friend. I`m sure we will see each other again. And yes, I`ll remember the freeze-dried chicken treats for you!!
Hugs
Z
Here is Precious in her chubbier days. Here she is waiting for me to rub her belly which she absolutely loved. A session would go on for 20 minutes while she daintily flexed her front paws - alternating one after the other. Must be a girl thing.
Here is Precious at one of the very rare times she would rest next to Max. She saw him as an annoyance when we got him as a kitten about 5 years younger.... always wanting to play .... hmmmf.
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