It is with deepest regret that I share about the passing of Inchy. Inchy was born on May 19th, 2006, to Pooh. He had a sister, who died within days of birth. He was especially beloved by his human Mom, Nancy, who always wanted to keep him.
He was the last born of a group of cousin kitties, and somehow within days of his birth, his tail was bit off. Thus he was named Inchy, for his inch long tail. In August, due to family responsibilities, Nancy found herself unable to care for her kittens. She lovingly placed them with Second Chance Pet Adoption, so they could be found new homes.
He joined my house briefly...like a little ray of sunshine. Out of 9 kittens, Inchy quickly became the favorite of my kids. Here is a picture from those days...he was such a little guy.
Cuddling with Aunt Piglet, black cousin Toby, and the tiny kittens...
Within days, he went to live with Barb, his new foster Mom. She loved him dearly. She described him as a 2 pound kitten with the heart of a great dane. This boy was still tiny at 6 months old, but appeared to be quite healthy. Everyone who met him fell in love quickly, and many people asked to adopt him, but were turned down. Finally, a very special family chose little Inchy and took him home. He had just seen the vet, and seemed to be very healthy. Yet somehow we learned that he had developed pneumonia...he died quietly in his sleep.
His new Mom is devastated. Barb is crushed. My family is in tears. And when I see Nancy again, I will have to break the news to her....for such a little boy, Inchy sure left behind a lot of broken hearts.
I will mourn the loss of Inchy...yet in a way, he had what every kitty deserves. Love from the moment he was born, overlapping as he went to each new home and burrowed into each family's heart. What a blessing he was to each of us.
I know God did not snatch Inchy away from us, but God did welcome Inchy home. He is reunited with his sister, now, and can tell her all about how it feels to be loved by so many. He is also with a dog sibling named Kallie.
Rest in peace, Inchy. And sister kitten, and Kallie.
He was the last born of a group of cousin kitties, and somehow within days of his birth, his tail was bit off. Thus he was named Inchy, for his inch long tail. In August, due to family responsibilities, Nancy found herself unable to care for her kittens. She lovingly placed them with Second Chance Pet Adoption, so they could be found new homes.
He joined my house briefly...like a little ray of sunshine. Out of 9 kittens, Inchy quickly became the favorite of my kids. Here is a picture from those days...he was such a little guy.
Cuddling with Aunt Piglet, black cousin Toby, and the tiny kittens...
Within days, he went to live with Barb, his new foster Mom. She loved him dearly. She described him as a 2 pound kitten with the heart of a great dane. This boy was still tiny at 6 months old, but appeared to be quite healthy. Everyone who met him fell in love quickly, and many people asked to adopt him, but were turned down. Finally, a very special family chose little Inchy and took him home. He had just seen the vet, and seemed to be very healthy. Yet somehow we learned that he had developed pneumonia...he died quietly in his sleep.
His new Mom is devastated. Barb is crushed. My family is in tears. And when I see Nancy again, I will have to break the news to her....for such a little boy, Inchy sure left behind a lot of broken hearts.
I will mourn the loss of Inchy...yet in a way, he had what every kitty deserves. Love from the moment he was born, overlapping as he went to each new home and burrowed into each family's heart. What a blessing he was to each of us.
I know God did not snatch Inchy away from us, but God did welcome Inchy home. He is reunited with his sister, now, and can tell her all about how it feels to be loved by so many. He is also with a dog sibling named Kallie.
Rest in peace, Inchy. And sister kitten, and Kallie.