Sunday, May 5, 2013

Sunday thoughts and fur babies

I have a confession. We are cat people. And we have too many cats. People ask me from time to time how many we have and I always say "too many", mostly because it is depressing to count them. And because people look at me like I am crazy.

It wasn't always this way. About 6 months before our marriage my hubby brought home this adorable ball of fluff that we named Smokey. A year or 2 later my sweet husband brought home Little Bit and Tigger. And we were a family of 5, 2 humans and 3 felines. Then about a year later he brought home Jonah (are you seeing the pattern?). Five became six and we were officially outnumbered by the felines.

We rocked along with those numbers holding steady for several years until we found an abandoned kitten in our yard during a flash flood. We brought her in and cleaned her up. Her name is Sassy and at this moment she is curled up on the couch next to me, napping with Jonah and Cuddle Bug.

Cuddles is the black and white one, Sassy is the cream one and Jonah is the fuzzy one.



After that we rescued Cricket and Tiny Mite. And things started to get out of control. Years later, Cricket and Tiny are gone (as well as Smokey, Tigger, and Little Bit) and so many more have come and gone. We both have a soft spot for the sick and the injured. We have spent more money on saving (or trying to save) cats that we found in parking lots and fields or that have been dumped near our home.

Tonight we have a pet taxi in our living room with one of our fur babies in it. It's Pakita and I am pretty sure she has "thrown" a blood clot that has damaged her brain. I have seen this before. In fact, her momma (Tiny Mite) passed away from this exact same thing. I pray I am wrong. That it's an infection or some other treatable problem. But I am afraid it's not. She isn't eating or drinking anything, she is just sitting there with this wide eyed vacant look. It breaks my heart.

I have spoken with the vet and am planning to take her in when they open in the morning. Pakita is about 9 years old, that is considered elderly (strange to me since Jonah is 19 and just starting to slow down) so we have decided not to be too aggressive in treatment. We have to be practical, but it is so hard. It feels like giving up. It feels like I am abandoning my baby girl.


Please pray for us. Pray that we make the right decision for Pakita. Pray that she isn't in pain. Thank you.

My sweet girl during better days

6 comments:

  1. I don't have words for how sorry I am that you're going through this. We've been there, many times. It never gets easier. Sending light and love for Pakita.

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    1. thank you. I brought home an empty pet taxi this morning. It was so hard.... :(

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  2. I'm sure it's tough. I've only had one pet in my lifetime, and it was tough when he died.

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    1. It is hard, I just have to remember that we ad many good years together and it was all worth it.

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  3. I hope it's ok to share this. I thought it was fortuitous that it showed up in my feed today, and thought maybe it wasn't coincidence.

    http://www.catster.com/lifestyle/grief-7-things-help-me-cope-with-losing-a-cat

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    1. Of course it's okay. Thank you for thinking of me.

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