I received word a short while ago that Gypsy has crossed the bridge. She was my lovey cat for about a year and a half, and I then had to rehome her in the fall of last year. She was a very loving girl, loved to cuddle, and certainly loved her belly rubs. I missed her tremendously, but I knew the place that was chosen for her was the absolute best home possible. I knew she would be loved and cared for very well. And she was.
We aren't quite sure what happened to Gypsy. It appears that she may have ingested some sort of toxin, as she became ill several months back. And her illness progressed, despite the very best of efforts. All of the love and medicine could not stop this mysterious illness from growing stronger.
She became increasingly aggressive, and began lashing out at not only the other animals in her home, but also her loving humans. She was losing weight, and even though every single option known was attempted, she continued to grow thinner.
Every effort was made to help Gypsy, but the illness was too strong. The vet was stumped, as all the options had been exhausted, and to no avail.
The most difficult decision of all reared it's ugly head, and those who had taken Gypsy into their home chose to let her have her peace. She was quite obviously in pain, extremely ill, and very aggressive. Although it hurts us beyond explanaition to make that choice, it was the most loving and considerate for her
So here's your final belly rub, baby girl. I miss your silky-soft fur, your quirky personality, you meeting me at the door when I came home, just to roll over and beg for me to rub that furry little belly.
We love you, Gypsy, and miss you more than words can say. To greener grass you go to join your brother and all the others you have played with who have been waiting for you on the other side. Enjoy your peace, baby cat, and I pray to see you again someday
Gypsy
We aren't quite sure what happened to Gypsy. It appears that she may have ingested some sort of toxin, as she became ill several months back. And her illness progressed, despite the very best of efforts. All of the love and medicine could not stop this mysterious illness from growing stronger.
She became increasingly aggressive, and began lashing out at not only the other animals in her home, but also her loving humans. She was losing weight, and even though every single option known was attempted, she continued to grow thinner.
Every effort was made to help Gypsy, but the illness was too strong. The vet was stumped, as all the options had been exhausted, and to no avail.
The most difficult decision of all reared it's ugly head, and those who had taken Gypsy into their home chose to let her have her peace. She was quite obviously in pain, extremely ill, and very aggressive. Although it hurts us beyond explanaition to make that choice, it was the most loving and considerate for her
So here's your final belly rub, baby girl. I miss your silky-soft fur, your quirky personality, you meeting me at the door when I came home, just to roll over and beg for me to rub that furry little belly.
We love you, Gypsy, and miss you more than words can say. To greener grass you go to join your brother and all the others you have played with who have been waiting for you on the other side. Enjoy your peace, baby cat, and I pray to see you again someday