Just a little vent and an excuse to share the lives of these wonderful babies with you guys <3
David wasn't mine. Not at first, that is. I'd grown up with the casual indoor/outdoor cats, but none I connected to like big, fluffy David. He was my little brother's cat- my parents thought it was a good idea to get him a cat in order to teach him a little about responsibility. He was excited at first, but he was only seven, and the newness of the beautiful black and white ragdoll mix wore off soon, as it happens with children. So he became mine.
He was unbelievable. Calm, laid-back, with a gentle look like he knew all the world's secrets. Big golden eyes and soft fur. I wanted to keep him inside but he always escaped somehow- and he was an incredible hunter. He would always return to me with rabbits, squirrels and bloodstained paws. It was honestly horrifying but he was so proud of himself I couldn't be upset. Anyone could do anything to big David, he was patient and pure and beautiful. He won over our entire neighborhood. Everyone loved David <3 Even after his surgery, when he was in so much pain, he was gentle. May 2018 I said goodbye to my baby boy. He was only 5 years old. He had bladder crystals that, even after surgery, returned. We did all we could but eventually had to euthanize. He wasn't in pain anymore, but I still miss him more than anything.
Shortly after that, little Shiloh came into my life. Sweet, crazy little Shiloh. A fluffy orange tabby with claws like razors and a heart of gold, she was my dream kitten. She went everywhere with me, including midnight walmart runs and trips to potential new houses when we were moving. She had my heart. I wasn't always the best owner, I made many mistakes, and yet I learned so much from her. She taught me love, different love, real love. I remember how proud I was when she got used to the harness, her first trip outside on the leash... so many little firsts. When I cried, she would climb up on my chest and lick tears from my cheeks. She was wild and beautiful, she had claws and she used them on everything (including me), not to mention her boundless energy. That's why I knew when something was wrong. Just a short month ago, I arrived home from a week long trip to find her calm. Unusually calm, almost lethargic. I couldn't find an open vet clinic so I pulled my pillow and blanket down on the floor and slept next to her. She purred the whole night. My baby almost never purred, I think she missed me the week I was gone. I took her to the vet first thing in the morning, they did some tests, told me it was an infection, gave her some antibiotics, and told me to call if she didn't improve in a couple days. She was gone the next day.
She was tiny. Tiny pink paws, a tiny pink nose, tiny orange ears. She was only a year and half. A body that tiny shouldn't be cold. And yet, there I was, holding my kitten, cold and stiff. She was my baby.
I swore I'd never have another cat.
And I was serious, until little Theo came along... I guess I just can't stay away. Needless to say after two losses in two years, I'm a little protective of him. Here's to many long years with my boy <3
-below are some doodles I did of David and Shiloh + some pictures!-
David wasn't mine. Not at first, that is. I'd grown up with the casual indoor/outdoor cats, but none I connected to like big, fluffy David. He was my little brother's cat- my parents thought it was a good idea to get him a cat in order to teach him a little about responsibility. He was excited at first, but he was only seven, and the newness of the beautiful black and white ragdoll mix wore off soon, as it happens with children. So he became mine.
He was unbelievable. Calm, laid-back, with a gentle look like he knew all the world's secrets. Big golden eyes and soft fur. I wanted to keep him inside but he always escaped somehow- and he was an incredible hunter. He would always return to me with rabbits, squirrels and bloodstained paws. It was honestly horrifying but he was so proud of himself I couldn't be upset. Anyone could do anything to big David, he was patient and pure and beautiful. He won over our entire neighborhood. Everyone loved David <3 Even after his surgery, when he was in so much pain, he was gentle. May 2018 I said goodbye to my baby boy. He was only 5 years old. He had bladder crystals that, even after surgery, returned. We did all we could but eventually had to euthanize. He wasn't in pain anymore, but I still miss him more than anything.
Shortly after that, little Shiloh came into my life. Sweet, crazy little Shiloh. A fluffy orange tabby with claws like razors and a heart of gold, she was my dream kitten. She went everywhere with me, including midnight walmart runs and trips to potential new houses when we were moving. She had my heart. I wasn't always the best owner, I made many mistakes, and yet I learned so much from her. She taught me love, different love, real love. I remember how proud I was when she got used to the harness, her first trip outside on the leash... so many little firsts. When I cried, she would climb up on my chest and lick tears from my cheeks. She was wild and beautiful, she had claws and she used them on everything (including me), not to mention her boundless energy. That's why I knew when something was wrong. Just a short month ago, I arrived home from a week long trip to find her calm. Unusually calm, almost lethargic. I couldn't find an open vet clinic so I pulled my pillow and blanket down on the floor and slept next to her. She purred the whole night. My baby almost never purred, I think she missed me the week I was gone. I took her to the vet first thing in the morning, they did some tests, told me it was an infection, gave her some antibiotics, and told me to call if she didn't improve in a couple days. She was gone the next day.
She was tiny. Tiny pink paws, a tiny pink nose, tiny orange ears. She was only a year and half. A body that tiny shouldn't be cold. And yet, there I was, holding my kitten, cold and stiff. She was my baby.
I swore I'd never have another cat.
And I was serious, until little Theo came along... I guess I just can't stay away. Needless to say after two losses in two years, I'm a little protective of him. Here's to many long years with my boy <3
-below are some doodles I did of David and Shiloh + some pictures!-
She threw up a couple times right before she passed, but she was still eating a little and using her litter box. It was all very strange, very sudden, and of course really hard to handle. 
