Peaches died peacefully overnight of old age. She passed laying on top of her cat tree, where I left her last night. She was approximately 17 years old.
12 years ago I met Peaches at a humane society adoption center called, Furburbia. She was in a room size cage with a few other cats, laying on the top of a cat tree. Her fur was thinnned out and dull and frankly, she was pretty scraggly looking. She was scheduled to be destroyed because she was a biter and labeled un-adoptable. But something kept drawing me back to her, as I was looking at other cats. I went back several more days and every time, I would be drawn to Peaches. I spent time brushing her, playing with her and talking to her. Finally, I asked to adopt her. The staff were reluctant and at first said no (because she was a biter). But I was persistent. Finally, after several phone calls, they agreed as long as I would sign a waiver releasing them from responsibility in case I got bit.
I took Peaches home and opened the carrier. Peaches jumped out, went room to room, checking things out and then jumped on the couch and laid down as if to announce she was home.
I learned to recognize when Peaches had enough and the warning signs. I only got bitten once in 12 years and it was my own fault, as I had pushed her past her limit.
Peaches was my best friend. She snuggled with me when I cried and laid with me (or on me) on the couch to watch movies. She was always there for me and she was rewarded with a full, spoiled, luxurious life! I will miss her dearly.
Goodbye for now, dear friend. Rest in peace and give Jakey my love.
12 years ago I met Peaches at a humane society adoption center called, Furburbia. She was in a room size cage with a few other cats, laying on the top of a cat tree. Her fur was thinnned out and dull and frankly, she was pretty scraggly looking. She was scheduled to be destroyed because she was a biter and labeled un-adoptable. But something kept drawing me back to her, as I was looking at other cats. I went back several more days and every time, I would be drawn to Peaches. I spent time brushing her, playing with her and talking to her. Finally, I asked to adopt her. The staff were reluctant and at first said no (because she was a biter). But I was persistent. Finally, after several phone calls, they agreed as long as I would sign a waiver releasing them from responsibility in case I got bit.
I took Peaches home and opened the carrier. Peaches jumped out, went room to room, checking things out and then jumped on the couch and laid down as if to announce she was home.
I learned to recognize when Peaches had enough and the warning signs. I only got bitten once in 12 years and it was my own fault, as I had pushed her past her limit.
Peaches was my best friend. She snuggled with me when I cried and laid with me (or on me) on the couch to watch movies. She was always there for me and she was rewarded with a full, spoiled, luxurious life! I will miss her dearly.
Goodbye for now, dear friend. Rest in peace and give Jakey my love.