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We adopted Jaguar at 10 weeks old in 2005 when I was 9yo. We lived with a family friend and Jaguar scratched at his door carpet trying to get in so he lived in the basement. I remember Jaguar would meow at like 4am and I snuck treats upstairs for him. I would fill my water bottle cap with water and he would drink from that at 4am lol. One time, we were at the dinner table and he was waiting to get fed and he meowed "HELLO" and it was the funniest thing lol.
The family friend got new couches and Jaguar went to live with my dad. My dad lived on a busy road and he let Jaguar outside. Jaguar got hit by a car and my stupid father didn't call anyone until the next day he called my mom saying Jaguar got hit by a car. I can't even imagine the pain Jaguar was in. She rushed over and brought him to the vet er. His hip was broken in 8 places and my mom was given a choice to amputate or try to save his leg. She said to try to save his leg. They brought in a special vet (I think orthopedic) and they were able to save his leg ($4000 later). He had a nail in his hip so he couldn't sit like a normal cat with the legs under the belly. He extended that leg when he sat.
When we brought him home (permanently), he had a cast on that stuck to his leg. He was obviously scared and tried to run under the coffee table that had open squares but his cast couldn't fit and I started screaming and crying because I thought the cast was going to rip off. He recovered and we moved in 2009 with Jaguar. We adopted another kitten who was wild not feral but he was crazy (Shadow). He climbed a ladder up to the attic and fell in between the walls. We let him and Jaguar out one day and never saw Shadow again. I believe he was truly wild and happy to be outside. I saw Jaguar one day and he was so skinny so we brought him back inside. He would escape sometimes and I always caught him lol I called himself a professional Jaguar catcher. He got out one day and I was trying to catch him and I found my mom's wallet and ID cards everywhere in the woods - I caught him but turns out her car was broken into because it was unlocked.
We adopted 2 more kittens that we handfed. Jaguar was a grumpy man lol I would crawl up the stairs like children do and see him on the top step. His paw was sticking out so I put my hand on it then he put his other paw on my hand and then my hand on his paw and we would keep going until he would get mad and claw me - I didn't mind. We ended up with another kitten who had feline herpes in 2015. Jaguar's eyes were bad so I took him to the vet - he had pneumonia. I remember being relieved because I thought he had cancer. I brought him home and the vet told me to "bother" him so he can cough up the stuff in his lungs. He wasn't eating and the nurse said if he doesn't eat or drink, he won't have the energy to fight the disease. I bought syringes and fed him food and water. After feeding him water, he had a seizure and passed at 10 years old.
I blamed myself for killing him because I thought the water went into his lungs. My brother buried him in the woods - outside where he would have wanted to be. A couple years later, I was volunteering at an adoption clinic and the vet let the volunteers in the exam room during spay/neuter surgery. I asked her if I killed him. She said any stress would have killed him. I miss my grumpy tux boy.
The family friend got new couches and Jaguar went to live with my dad. My dad lived on a busy road and he let Jaguar outside. Jaguar got hit by a car and my stupid father didn't call anyone until the next day he called my mom saying Jaguar got hit by a car. I can't even imagine the pain Jaguar was in. She rushed over and brought him to the vet er. His hip was broken in 8 places and my mom was given a choice to amputate or try to save his leg. She said to try to save his leg. They brought in a special vet (I think orthopedic) and they were able to save his leg ($4000 later). He had a nail in his hip so he couldn't sit like a normal cat with the legs under the belly. He extended that leg when he sat.
When we brought him home (permanently), he had a cast on that stuck to his leg. He was obviously scared and tried to run under the coffee table that had open squares but his cast couldn't fit and I started screaming and crying because I thought the cast was going to rip off. He recovered and we moved in 2009 with Jaguar. We adopted another kitten who was wild not feral but he was crazy (Shadow). He climbed a ladder up to the attic and fell in between the walls. We let him and Jaguar out one day and never saw Shadow again. I believe he was truly wild and happy to be outside. I saw Jaguar one day and he was so skinny so we brought him back inside. He would escape sometimes and I always caught him lol I called himself a professional Jaguar catcher. He got out one day and I was trying to catch him and I found my mom's wallet and ID cards everywhere in the woods - I caught him but turns out her car was broken into because it was unlocked.
We adopted 2 more kittens that we handfed. Jaguar was a grumpy man lol I would crawl up the stairs like children do and see him on the top step. His paw was sticking out so I put my hand on it then he put his other paw on my hand and then my hand on his paw and we would keep going until he would get mad and claw me - I didn't mind. We ended up with another kitten who had feline herpes in 2015. Jaguar's eyes were bad so I took him to the vet - he had pneumonia. I remember being relieved because I thought he had cancer. I brought him home and the vet told me to "bother" him so he can cough up the stuff in his lungs. He wasn't eating and the nurse said if he doesn't eat or drink, he won't have the energy to fight the disease. I bought syringes and fed him food and water. After feeding him water, he had a seizure and passed at 10 years old.
I blamed myself for killing him because I thought the water went into his lungs. My brother buried him in the woods - outside where he would have wanted to be. A couple years later, I was volunteering at an adoption clinic and the vet let the volunteers in the exam room during spay/neuter surgery. I asked her if I killed him. She said any stress would have killed him. I miss my grumpy tux boy.
