As some of you may know, this year hasn't been the best for me so far - with a very poorly cat, delays and problems with our move, my pulmonary embolism and then my husband's job loss. I can't say I'm a big fan of 2014 so far.
Well, the move worked out in the end, Rich has just started a new job and my heart scan on Tuesday showed that things are getting back to normal (though it may yet be a while before the clots are gone, and I'm still not stable on warfarin).
Unfortunately one thing could not be made better. My Feebs. My precious little fuzzmonkey, fluffkins, the chanbambino. The cat of many names and so much love...
On Sunday last, at around 10.45am my darling furbaby left this world and crossed over the rainbow bridge, assisted by a vet. We don't know if it was the cancer or the CKD which took her in the end but she thankfully went down hill very quickly indeed without any major unpleasantness for her. The vet was lovely.
I'm devastated, so very lonely and I have a huge cat sized hole in my soul. I can't bring myself to clear away all her things. Her litter trays are still here and I don't want to empty them. Her water bowls remain full and I have to stop myself from getting her fresh water. I talk to her morning and night even though she's not here.
She was my very best friend for almost 17 years - over half my life - and my life won't be the same without her. I'm now a crazy cat lady without a cat, which given my talking to her in the beyond makes me just a crazy lady now.
So, the Sad Day I have dreaded for months finally came.
What can I say? I'm so grateful she stayed around to see me getting better and that I was well enough to cope with this. They say a cat with untreated lymphoma has around 6 weeks on average. Phoebe had 4 months. She was such a good girl.
Rest in peace Phoebe
06/06/97-04/05/14
The silver lining from this sad time is that we will be able to give a home to another cat who needs one. Or, in our case three. I think it'll take three to fill the hole in my soul. The rescue centre has a mummy cat and her kittens in need of homes and the minute we saw them a little of the hurt went away and there was love to replace it. Mitsie and Molly the kittens will be joining us in around 5-6 weeks when they are old enough. Mummy has to wait a few weeks beyond that for her health tests & neutering. We don't have a name for her yet.
Well, the move worked out in the end, Rich has just started a new job and my heart scan on Tuesday showed that things are getting back to normal (though it may yet be a while before the clots are gone, and I'm still not stable on warfarin).
Unfortunately one thing could not be made better. My Feebs. My precious little fuzzmonkey, fluffkins, the chanbambino. The cat of many names and so much love...
On Sunday last, at around 10.45am my darling furbaby left this world and crossed over the rainbow bridge, assisted by a vet. We don't know if it was the cancer or the CKD which took her in the end but she thankfully went down hill very quickly indeed without any major unpleasantness for her. The vet was lovely.
I'm devastated, so very lonely and I have a huge cat sized hole in my soul. I can't bring myself to clear away all her things. Her litter trays are still here and I don't want to empty them. Her water bowls remain full and I have to stop myself from getting her fresh water. I talk to her morning and night even though she's not here.
She was my very best friend for almost 17 years - over half my life - and my life won't be the same without her. I'm now a crazy cat lady without a cat, which given my talking to her in the beyond makes me just a crazy lady now.
So, the Sad Day I have dreaded for months finally came.
What can I say? I'm so grateful she stayed around to see me getting better and that I was well enough to cope with this. They say a cat with untreated lymphoma has around 6 weeks on average. Phoebe had 4 months. She was such a good girl.
Rest in peace Phoebe
06/06/97-04/05/14
- Phoebe as a tiny kitten
- Phoebe on her 16th birthday - so glad we made a fuss, it was to be her last.
The silver lining from this sad time is that we will be able to give a home to another cat who needs one. Or, in our case three. I think it'll take three to fill the hole in my soul. The rescue centre has a mummy cat and her kittens in need of homes and the minute we saw them a little of the hurt went away and there was love to replace it. Mitsie and Molly the kittens will be joining us in around 5-6 weeks when they are old enough. Mummy has to wait a few weeks beyond that for her health tests & neutering. We don't have a name for her yet.
- The new clan, arriving in 5-6 weeks
We ended up getting a new cat quite quickly as he desperately needed someone to love and look after. Thea was damaged goods, quite literally. Badly injured in a car accident, she had lost a litter of kittens due to the accident, and her eyesight is wonky. She isn't like either of my previous girl cats in temperament but that's not a bad thing. She has helped us all (especially Harry) to heal. The sad thing is that she actually LOOKS very like Sugar, and sometimes I find I have to remind myself that she isn't 
I miss my loving lap-cat but then again Thea likes to be held and to rub heads, and she purrs louder than any cat I've ever known. So she brings here own unique set of joys.
