Great Great Grandma was one of my six and featured here regularly.
She was so lovable. I adopted her from the shelter because she greeted me enthusiastically, with much rubbing against the bars of the cage they had her in.
How could I say no? Back in 2013, she was 9+ years old, so in in 2020 she was 16+. No young 'un.
And the years were showing. She was suffering kidney failure drinking lots and lots of water, like four times what the younger kitties did. But she was spry and sweet; she was first to lodge in visitors' laps, and command a fondle. Lately, she'd had problems with her thyroid and gotten all bony, and the vets prescribed some meds to fatten her up a bit. That was a month ago. Yesterday, went in for followup, and hooray, she'd gained 9 ounces! From a previous weight of 5.2 pounds, that was a good bit. Her meds were working; the vets and I were thrilled. We didn't dance in the parking lot, mostly because there wasn't enough room.
But, Grandma liked to slip out of the house. Most of the time, I was able to catch her and bring her back in. Last night, though, she and another kitty slipped out and, apparently stayed out all night. It had happened before, but . . .
I went looking this morning, and she was nowhere to be found. Usually she'd come running when I shook the cat food bag after an all-nighter. Not this time. The other cat, Tar Baby, came running home.
Long story short, I found Great Great Grandma's hind leg in the yard this morning. No mistake. Mystery solved. Closure (schmosure).
R I P Great Great Grandma.
PS the vets were nice enough to give me a credit on the meds I'd bought the day before, when I called to cancel the appointment I'd set for the end of May.
The other kitty was Tar Baby, and she hasn't been her usual brassy self.
Love to you all.
She was so lovable. I adopted her from the shelter because she greeted me enthusiastically, with much rubbing against the bars of the cage they had her in.
How could I say no? Back in 2013, she was 9+ years old, so in in 2020 she was 16+. No young 'un.
And the years were showing. She was suffering kidney failure drinking lots and lots of water, like four times what the younger kitties did. But she was spry and sweet; she was first to lodge in visitors' laps, and command a fondle. Lately, she'd had problems with her thyroid and gotten all bony, and the vets prescribed some meds to fatten her up a bit. That was a month ago. Yesterday, went in for followup, and hooray, she'd gained 9 ounces! From a previous weight of 5.2 pounds, that was a good bit. Her meds were working; the vets and I were thrilled. We didn't dance in the parking lot, mostly because there wasn't enough room.
But, Grandma liked to slip out of the house. Most of the time, I was able to catch her and bring her back in. Last night, though, she and another kitty slipped out and, apparently stayed out all night. It had happened before, but . . .
I went looking this morning, and she was nowhere to be found. Usually she'd come running when I shook the cat food bag after an all-nighter. Not this time. The other cat, Tar Baby, came running home.
Long story short, I found Great Great Grandma's hind leg in the yard this morning. No mistake. Mystery solved. Closure (schmosure).
R I P Great Great Grandma.
PS the vets were nice enough to give me a credit on the meds I'd bought the day before, when I called to cancel the appointment I'd set for the end of May.
The other kitty was Tar Baby, and she hasn't been her usual brassy self.
Love to you all.