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I could use some advice. Or maybe just some comfort or encouragement.
July 20 was the one year anniversary of me losing my 16 year old soul kitty, Dahlia. It was an extremely hard day and I stayed home from work. That afternoon I happened to notice an orange floof in my yard near the woods. I feel like I've seen him before but he'd always run off when he saw me. But I really needed some kitty snuggles that day so I thought I'd try my luck. He acted like he was going to run again at first, but then stopped and looked at me. I don't know if he could tell I had been crying or not. But to my surprise he started walking toward me. He still acted a little skittish at first, but quickly started purring and rubbing all over me when he realized I was ok. He even butted his face against mine for kisses. We hung out for a while outside...and then days, weeks later he started coming around more and more. I began feeding him, and he claimed the glider on my front porch as his own. It became a habit of him sleeping out there literally all day. Around 8pm-5am he'd go exploring, but then he'd come right back to snooze and hang out. He's absolutely the sweetest thing. I wasn't looking to adopt any time soon, but I couldn't help but fall in love with this guy and it seemed he had adopted me! It felt like he had been guided to me on the day I needed him the most. I decided to start the process of making things permanent.
So this past Monday I took him to the vet for an exam (he's scheduled to be neutered Sept 15, which is when I planned on bringing him inside). He totally flipped out when I got him in the carrier. Poor thing was trying his best to find a way out, and was panting on the way to the vet. But he was SO good while being examined. Never even hissed or tried to attack. He would snuggle up close to me, and even laid down with his head on my arm. So I thought we were good and he understood I was there to help. He did get treated for worms, got his ears cleaned, vaccinations and blood tests...he tested positive for FIV but otherwise seemed healthy. They scanned for a microchip but didn't find one (I've also asked around the neighborhood and posted about him on my neighborhood FB page, and no one knows anything about him).
I expected him to run off for a while after getting him home. But he's still not returning...at least not like he was. He'll come up at random times to eat, but then go on his way. And a neighbor lady said he's been at her house a few times, but otherwise I have no idea where he's been going.
I just really miss my sweet friend and I'm so scared I've ruined our relationship. I was getting excited at the idea of having a cat again, and I felt bonded with him. And it seemed like he really trusted me and was happy here. Do you think he'll forgive me and start hanging out again? Even though I know what I did was for the best for him, I feel terrible about it now.
July 20 was the one year anniversary of me losing my 16 year old soul kitty, Dahlia. It was an extremely hard day and I stayed home from work. That afternoon I happened to notice an orange floof in my yard near the woods. I feel like I've seen him before but he'd always run off when he saw me. But I really needed some kitty snuggles that day so I thought I'd try my luck. He acted like he was going to run again at first, but then stopped and looked at me. I don't know if he could tell I had been crying or not. But to my surprise he started walking toward me. He still acted a little skittish at first, but quickly started purring and rubbing all over me when he realized I was ok. He even butted his face against mine for kisses. We hung out for a while outside...and then days, weeks later he started coming around more and more. I began feeding him, and he claimed the glider on my front porch as his own. It became a habit of him sleeping out there literally all day. Around 8pm-5am he'd go exploring, but then he'd come right back to snooze and hang out. He's absolutely the sweetest thing. I wasn't looking to adopt any time soon, but I couldn't help but fall in love with this guy and it seemed he had adopted me! It felt like he had been guided to me on the day I needed him the most. I decided to start the process of making things permanent.
So this past Monday I took him to the vet for an exam (he's scheduled to be neutered Sept 15, which is when I planned on bringing him inside). He totally flipped out when I got him in the carrier. Poor thing was trying his best to find a way out, and was panting on the way to the vet. But he was SO good while being examined. Never even hissed or tried to attack. He would snuggle up close to me, and even laid down with his head on my arm. So I thought we were good and he understood I was there to help. He did get treated for worms, got his ears cleaned, vaccinations and blood tests...he tested positive for FIV but otherwise seemed healthy. They scanned for a microchip but didn't find one (I've also asked around the neighborhood and posted about him on my neighborhood FB page, and no one knows anything about him).
I expected him to run off for a while after getting him home. But he's still not returning...at least not like he was. He'll come up at random times to eat, but then go on his way. And a neighbor lady said he's been at her house a few times, but otherwise I have no idea where he's been going.
I just really miss my sweet friend and I'm so scared I've ruined our relationship. I was getting excited at the idea of having a cat again, and I felt bonded with him. And it seemed like he really trusted me and was happy here. Do you think he'll forgive me and start hanging out again? Even though I know what I did was for the best for him, I feel terrible about it now.