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Hi everyone,
I originally came to this aite for some advice about a living cat my husband and I have. But I found this little part and wanted to talk about another cat. A cat we chose to put down.
Her name is Harley. That's her photo as my avatar. She was a sweet little old lady. She was 16 in that photo. My husband had her before he moved in with me and I love her so much.
He does as well. Thinking of her breaks my heart all over again, just when I think Im okay enough to try and think about her...I want to cry. When my husband and his two cats and his little dog came here everything was okay.
Harley was her normal self. Always staying away from people, unless it was mainly my husband or I. She would only lay on me when I laid down in bed. I have been told she never laid on anyone before I came along.
My husband said it must because Im so comfy and warm. She liked the warm(s). She had no front claws having been declawed before he and I had gotten her. My husband had known her since she was just a tiny baby.
She was the runt of her litter and very sick. The previous owner allowed her in as my husband was living with him at the time. It was so she could have a warm and safe place to pass of the rainbow bridge. But she fought and won!
She was a small fighter. The previous owner was my husband's brother in law. Though in all honesty I dont think it was his idea to declaw her. I think it was my husband's sister who is...um...no longer in the picture. Long drama filled story.
Harley was the sweetest. You had to let her approach you. She hated being picked up randomly, but usually allowed me to do it without much of a fuss.
She had a cute little squeeky meow, and a loud purr like growl. She never hissed or bit. But when she was happy and content ahe would do what we called her massages. Especially on the knees. Since she had no claws it didnt hurt but rather tickled when she would use you as a scratching post.
Sadly we chose to put her down at 17. In March of this year actually. My husband had to pick her up from being cremated on his birthday.
She had begun to go potty infront of our back door. Which we did everything to figure out why and try to detere it. But nothing worked.
We didnt mind too much as she was old and we knew she quite possibly wouldnt last much longer.
One day my husband called me when I was grocery shopping and asked if I had seen her. He was paniced. I told him no, completely confused. He wouldnt tell me what was going on and it really scared me.
I get home and he immediately comes to meet me in our livingroom as he had been cleaning up a room. I was seriously freaked out.
Finally he looks at me and says do not panic. He picks up Harley and hesitantly shows me her face.
There on her little forehead right in the middle above her eyes was this huge knot thing. It jutted out to the point it pulled her skin away and..and...I...I cannot go much more into detail.
I dont want to gross out or upset anyone. She had literally been fine not long before me seeing her.
To say I almost had a panic attack is an understatement. He had to help me remain calm. Poor sweet Harley. She didnt seem to be in pain...But she was acting funny. We got her to the vet immediately. He took a look at her and said it was "possibly" an abscess. He could give her antibiotics or do surgery.
Surgery wasnt really an option at her advanced age, because we knew the risks of what could possibly happen. And we talked about the antibiotics for a while. The doctor said even with the antibiotics it could burst and we need to clean it, pack it, medicate it, and make sure she or any other animal messed with it.
Still we chose to put her down. We were very willing to do the antibiotics but hearing it could burst worries us to no end. With the location it was it in...If it had burst at some point where we could not know about it until a while after it happened it would of been bad.
It would of possibly gotten into her sweet big eyes, and caused such a mess all over her little face, and we could of hurt her even worse trying to clean it up....Not to mention she could of ended up with a serious infection even if we did everything right. I burst into sobs all over again. Just as I had on our drive to the vets. I was terrified. I kept softly saying to her, I am so sorry Harley Baby. Please forgive us. Please dont think we dont love you anymore. Please...Please...Im so sorry....
I couldnt help it. I hadnt known her that long but she was and still is so important to me. I miss her so much.
Apparently she absolutely loved olives. Her previous owner could be in the kitchen and she would be all the way on the other side of a large house. He could crack open a jar/can of olives..Turn around and jump outta his skin cause there she would be like give me all the olives! Right MEOW!
He loves her still too. They even had the same sneeze. They did not sneeze just once or twice o4 thrice...It was like 13 to 14 sneezes in a row non stop! She was so cute. Every night I still say Good Night Old Lady. And every morning I saying Good Morning Old Lady. And when I return home from somewhere I look at her ashes and go Hi Old Lady! Did you watch the house with others? Was everything good?
Then I smile, trying not to cry all over again. I know I must sound crazy. But she deserves to be treated with respect, even in death.
As all animals do.....
I originally came to this aite for some advice about a living cat my husband and I have. But I found this little part and wanted to talk about another cat. A cat we chose to put down.
Her name is Harley. That's her photo as my avatar. She was a sweet little old lady. She was 16 in that photo. My husband had her before he moved in with me and I love her so much.
He does as well. Thinking of her breaks my heart all over again, just when I think Im okay enough to try and think about her...I want to cry. When my husband and his two cats and his little dog came here everything was okay.
Harley was her normal self. Always staying away from people, unless it was mainly my husband or I. She would only lay on me when I laid down in bed. I have been told she never laid on anyone before I came along.
My husband said it must because Im so comfy and warm. She liked the warm(s). She had no front claws having been declawed before he and I had gotten her. My husband had known her since she was just a tiny baby.
She was the runt of her litter and very sick. The previous owner allowed her in as my husband was living with him at the time. It was so she could have a warm and safe place to pass of the rainbow bridge. But she fought and won!
She was a small fighter. The previous owner was my husband's brother in law. Though in all honesty I dont think it was his idea to declaw her. I think it was my husband's sister who is...um...no longer in the picture. Long drama filled story.
Harley was the sweetest. You had to let her approach you. She hated being picked up randomly, but usually allowed me to do it without much of a fuss.
She had a cute little squeeky meow, and a loud purr like growl. She never hissed or bit. But when she was happy and content ahe would do what we called her massages. Especially on the knees. Since she had no claws it didnt hurt but rather tickled when she would use you as a scratching post.
Sadly we chose to put her down at 17. In March of this year actually. My husband had to pick her up from being cremated on his birthday.
She had begun to go potty infront of our back door. Which we did everything to figure out why and try to detere it. But nothing worked.
We didnt mind too much as she was old and we knew she quite possibly wouldnt last much longer.
One day my husband called me when I was grocery shopping and asked if I had seen her. He was paniced. I told him no, completely confused. He wouldnt tell me what was going on and it really scared me.
I get home and he immediately comes to meet me in our livingroom as he had been cleaning up a room. I was seriously freaked out.
Finally he looks at me and says do not panic. He picks up Harley and hesitantly shows me her face.
There on her little forehead right in the middle above her eyes was this huge knot thing. It jutted out to the point it pulled her skin away and..and...I...I cannot go much more into detail.
I dont want to gross out or upset anyone. She had literally been fine not long before me seeing her.
To say I almost had a panic attack is an understatement. He had to help me remain calm. Poor sweet Harley. She didnt seem to be in pain...But she was acting funny. We got her to the vet immediately. He took a look at her and said it was "possibly" an abscess. He could give her antibiotics or do surgery.
Surgery wasnt really an option at her advanced age, because we knew the risks of what could possibly happen. And we talked about the antibiotics for a while. The doctor said even with the antibiotics it could burst and we need to clean it, pack it, medicate it, and make sure she or any other animal messed with it.
Still we chose to put her down. We were very willing to do the antibiotics but hearing it could burst worries us to no end. With the location it was it in...If it had burst at some point where we could not know about it until a while after it happened it would of been bad.
It would of possibly gotten into her sweet big eyes, and caused such a mess all over her little face, and we could of hurt her even worse trying to clean it up....Not to mention she could of ended up with a serious infection even if we did everything right. I burst into sobs all over again. Just as I had on our drive to the vets. I was terrified. I kept softly saying to her, I am so sorry Harley Baby. Please forgive us. Please dont think we dont love you anymore. Please...Please...Im so sorry....
I couldnt help it. I hadnt known her that long but she was and still is so important to me. I miss her so much.
Apparently she absolutely loved olives. Her previous owner could be in the kitchen and she would be all the way on the other side of a large house. He could crack open a jar/can of olives..Turn around and jump outta his skin cause there she would be like give me all the olives! Right MEOW!
He loves her still too. They even had the same sneeze. They did not sneeze just once or twice o4 thrice...It was like 13 to 14 sneezes in a row non stop! She was so cute. Every night I still say Good Night Old Lady. And every morning I saying Good Morning Old Lady. And when I return home from somewhere I look at her ashes and go Hi Old Lady! Did you watch the house with others? Was everything good?
Then I smile, trying not to cry all over again. I know I must sound crazy. But she deserves to be treated with respect, even in death.
As all animals do.....