My sister is hurting....really hurting. She's blaming herself for letting me down with Lily and for letting Lily down. I wanted to take Lily to the ER vet and she didn't think it was necessary. And Lily died. All she does is cry. She wants something to hold and cuddle. She wants a stray kitten, but she wants a stray kitten to just walk up to her back door.
I'm blaming myself for ever getting her mixed up in the whole thing and feeling terrible that I even called her. But I knew I couldn't catch Lily by myself. Rick wasn't home and I needed help. I never thought that any of this would happen and I feel guilty as hell about the whole thing. Some sisters we are.
My BIL and I have been talking and we thought maybe another stray would help her, even if it wasn't actually on their property. A woman at work has a darling little stray tabby kitten, about 7 weeks old, that's outside all the time. They're feeding her and putting drops in her eyes as she had had a bit of an eye infection. The little girl looks adorable and she sounds like a real sweetie...she loves to be picked up and she'll lay her head on their shoulder and purr. They can't keep her as two of her kids are really allergic to cats. She suggested that maybe my sister take her.
I texted the kitty's picture to my BIL yesterday and he tried talking to my sister. It did not go well. I also texted pictures of little girl babies when Tabby and I were at the vet last night. She refuses to look at the pictures and cried and cried. He's done....he says that she just has to deal with this herself. But we are very worried for her.
You have to understand. When she buys plants and such, she doesn't buy healthy ones....she goes to the "hospital" cart at the store and buys the ones who are sick and dying. Plants them and brings them back to life and they flourish under her care....we say that she got the green thumb for plant care and I have the white thumb from flour from cooking. Her furkids have all been strays. When Whiskeys dragged himself to her back door four years ago, he weighed 8 ounces and his rectum was hanging out and he had maggots. She rushed him to the ER vet and when the vet wanted to put him to sleep, she said through tears, "No! He deserves to live! Fix him!" Whiskeys now weighs about 15 pounds and is the Lord of the House.
I don't know what to do for her and I'm worried. For one thing, she's a full time assitant principal and is also working so hard on her PhD. She's so stressed out and it's difficult for her to relax. Sometimes she'll come over or I'll go there and we'll sit with a glass of wine or I'll take her out to dinner, usually some place our husbands don't like...Chinese, Mexican, just so we can chat.
What can I do to help her get over Lily's death? Honestly? I'm tempted to go get the little stray tabby kitten, take it to my sister's, and put it in their enclosed back porch and leave again. I just don't know what to do.
I'm blaming myself for ever getting her mixed up in the whole thing and feeling terrible that I even called her. But I knew I couldn't catch Lily by myself. Rick wasn't home and I needed help. I never thought that any of this would happen and I feel guilty as hell about the whole thing. Some sisters we are.
My BIL and I have been talking and we thought maybe another stray would help her, even if it wasn't actually on their property. A woman at work has a darling little stray tabby kitten, about 7 weeks old, that's outside all the time. They're feeding her and putting drops in her eyes as she had had a bit of an eye infection. The little girl looks adorable and she sounds like a real sweetie...she loves to be picked up and she'll lay her head on their shoulder and purr. They can't keep her as two of her kids are really allergic to cats. She suggested that maybe my sister take her.
I texted the kitty's picture to my BIL yesterday and he tried talking to my sister. It did not go well. I also texted pictures of little girl babies when Tabby and I were at the vet last night. She refuses to look at the pictures and cried and cried. He's done....he says that she just has to deal with this herself. But we are very worried for her.
You have to understand. When she buys plants and such, she doesn't buy healthy ones....she goes to the "hospital" cart at the store and buys the ones who are sick and dying. Plants them and brings them back to life and they flourish under her care....we say that she got the green thumb for plant care and I have the white thumb from flour from cooking. Her furkids have all been strays. When Whiskeys dragged himself to her back door four years ago, he weighed 8 ounces and his rectum was hanging out and he had maggots. She rushed him to the ER vet and when the vet wanted to put him to sleep, she said through tears, "No! He deserves to live! Fix him!" Whiskeys now weighs about 15 pounds and is the Lord of the House.
I don't know what to do for her and I'm worried. For one thing, she's a full time assitant principal and is also working so hard on her PhD. She's so stressed out and it's difficult for her to relax. Sometimes she'll come over or I'll go there and we'll sit with a glass of wine or I'll take her out to dinner, usually some place our husbands don't like...Chinese, Mexican, just so we can chat.
What can I do to help her get over Lily's death? Honestly? I'm tempted to go get the little stray tabby kitten, take it to my sister's, and put it in their enclosed back porch and leave again. I just don't know what to do.