How Many Pictures do You Have of Your Pets?
(▪‿▪)DoctorWhoGuru(▪‿▪)
2012/08/21 02:46:55
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I'd wanted a cat ever since I could remember... but I was always allergic. Then when I was 17 I found a cat I wasn't allergic to, upon seeing each other it was an instant bond. She was best friend, my cuddle cat, my reason to get up in the morning when the world was its worst (and it got really bad, between my mom being forced into psychiatric care and my Dad being in and out of hospitals for tests and cancer treatment). She was also my protector. If she didn't like someone and they got too close to her mama, she let them know and as small and delicate as she appeared, she could be quite menacing when protecting me.
But I couldn't protect her. She was a beautiful Himalayan/Maine Coon crossbreed... and both are prone to Polycystic Kidney Disease. In the end I was giving her 100 mls of IV fluids twice a day subcutaneously. She got to the point where she started fighting the IVs, and I knew, but having lost my Dad not even a full year ago, I didn't want to accept it. Even still, I made the appointment. The morning she was going in to be put to sleep, she woke me up at 6 am (the appointment wasn't until 12), and cuddled into me, purring loudly. Her way of telling me that it was okay. Even if she couldn't cuddle me physical...
I'd wanted a cat ever since I could remember... but I was always allergic. Then when I was 17 I found a cat I wasn't allergic to, upon seeing each other it was an instant bond. She was best friend, my cuddle cat, my reason to get up in the morning when the world was its worst (and it got really bad, between my mom being forced into psychiatric care and my Dad being in and out of hospitals for tests and cancer treatment). She was also my protector. If she didn't like someone and they got too close to her mama, she let them know and as small and delicate as she appeared, she could be quite menacing when protecting me.
But I couldn't protect her. She was a beautiful Himalayan/Maine Coon crossbreed... and both are prone to Polycystic Kidney Disease. In the end I was giving her 100 mls of IV fluids twice a day subcutaneously. She got to the point where she started fighting the IVs, and I knew, but having lost my Dad not even a full year ago, I didn't want to accept it. Even still, I made the appointment. The morning she was going in to be put to sleep, she woke me up at 6 am (the appointment wasn't until 12), and cuddled into me, purring loudly. Her way of telling me that it was okay. Even if she couldn't cuddle me physically anymore, she'd wait for me on the other side.
It's only been 2 days, I miss her a lot. But she's always with me, every minute of every day, for the rest of my life. Because that spot in my heart will never be filled by another cat, dog, bird, or reptile. She was my furry Angel, and always will be.
I understand that no other pet can EVER replace another and is not even recommended to get another very soon. But if and when you want to and are ready and able, it DOES help to fill the emptiness -- though it is opening the door to a new pet, a new experience. Each one has their own characteristics, personality. It never entirely goes away and I think you know that. We never forget them. Bless you.