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3rd September 2007
I am ready to go home now. I have been at the vets since Thursday
30th August. When I came here a few days ago I felt awful. I had had
very bad diarrhoea and sickness and I was very weak. I heard the
vets saying I wasn't well at all as I have very bad renal failure
and they said it was touch and go as to whether I would pull
through. I had to stay on a drip where they put fluids into me
through a needle in my leg. They also gave me antibiotics to settle
my stomach. My new foster mum, who I hadn't met yet, would phone the
vets each day to see how I was getting on. At first I was worried
because I could tell by what they were saying that I wasn't doing so
well but as the days passed I started to feel better and began to
eat the food they were giving me. I knew I was on the mend because I
heard them telling my new mum that she could come and collect me
tonight. I am quite excited as I've been here long enough and I want
to go home now. Well, I've arrived and my mum has put me into one of
her pens although she told me it won't be forever, she just wants me
to stay here for a few days until I have finished my course of
antibiotics. It's easier for her to monitor my progress in the
beginning if I'm in the pen. Plus I've heard that she has other cats
in her house and she's not too sure whether I'll get on with them or
not. I like my new mum and dad, but then I'm a friendly wee girl and
to be honest I like everyone. My mum is pleased with my progress, as
I like to have a wee potter about in the pen. I have found my
appetite again and am enjoying the tasty food I am getting. All my
mum's friends at Cats Protection are keeping the best donated food
for me and my mum gives me tuna every day coz she knows this is my
favourite. I know I have made my mum happy as I am also eating my
special renal food and the vet has told her that if I eat this it
will keep me well for longer. She is quite amused as I love the
pouches of Felix roasted food which a lot of the other foster cats
won't eat. My mum comes and spends time with me in the evenings when
she has finished work and I love this. My mum calls me her "wee
princess" so I feel really special.
When anyone comes to visit me, I meow so loudly that everyone
laughs, they can't believe such a little dainty cat like me could
have such a loud voice! My mum's friends have come round to take
some photos of me - to put on the Cats Protection website. My mum is
going to put out a special appeal to see if anyone out there could
give me a quiet, loving home for whatever time I have left. To be
perfectly honest though I'm quite settled here.
17th September 2007
I am off to the vets today for a check up. My mum is a bit quiet,
she is nervous, but it's good news. The vet is pleased with me and I
haven't lost any weight at all. My mum is happy and she can't wait
to tell all the other ladies at Cats Protection how well I'm doing.
When I get home tonight I'm going into my mum's foster room. She
wants me to be part of the family. I'm pleased because I get to
spend more time with her and my dad now. I've also heard that there
are some more cats ready to go into my pen. It's great now I'm in
the house. My wee bed is in the same room where my mum does her cat
work so I get loads of attention now. My dad took me downstairs but
I wasn't very happy. I prefer to stay upstairs in my own wee room.
Mum and dad leave the door open so I quite often have a wee potter
about and I love to jump up on their bed where I demand strokes and
fuss. I keep my mum company when she's up doing the ironing and I
like to sit on my dad's knee when he's on the computer. I'm not very
keen on their other cats but they just stay out of my way. They know
this is my room now. I love my bed and I'm particularly attached to
my wee mohair blanket. I was out and about today on one of my jaunts
when my mum pinched my blanket to wash it. She put in another one
and must have thought I wouldn't notice. How wrong was she?? I
howled until she changed it for another mohair one, but I still
wasn't fooled. I wouldn't lie down until she got the dirty one back
out of the washing machine .... hee hee. It's great having your
owner wrapped around your little paw!!! My coat is a bit 'clumpy' as
I can't really be bothered grooming these days but my mum has bought
grooming cloths and she lies beside me and strokes me with the
cloths to freshen me up and keep my fur clean.
24th October 2007
It's time for another vet check up and my mum and Auntie heather are
here with me. I know I'm not doing so well these days as I'm not
eating as much as I used to and I've lost a bit of weight. The vet
is looking a bit worried. She has taken some blood for more tests.
She has given me a steroid/vitamin injection to boost me up. I have
also had an antibiotic injection as I have ulcers in my mouth and I
have to take a tablet each night now to help my kidneys. Never mind,
I'm glad to be back home and I still enjoy my wee wanders and still
love my strokes. I'm not really eating much these days and I know my
dad gets upset at giving me my medication as he doesn't like
distressing me. They worry that the pill popper hurts my mouth when
they give me my tablet.
27th October 2007
The vet has phoned today to tell my dad that my blood results are
not good. My kidney perimeters have gone up and the phosphate levels
and toxins in my body are very high. My mum and dad are very upset
but I know they love me and will do what's best for me. My mum has
asked for my details to be taken off the website as she wants me to
have my remaining time here with her. Her friends came round today
to take some nice photos of me to remind her of me when I have gone.
She told me I was very special and that she would make each and
every day I have left comfortable. They have been told to monitor me
on a day to day basis. I have another appointment in a fortnight if
I'm still OK.
4th November 2007
The last couple of days I have been a bit miserable. I've hardly
eaten anything. I'm not even interested in the tuna and chicken my
dad has cooked specially for me. I hardly even get out of bed now as
I am very, very weak. My mum was in with me this morning when I fell
in my litter tray. I tried hard to get up as I didn't want to upset
her but both of us knew this would be my last day. A very nice lady
at the vets has examined me and I know that everyone only wants what
is best for me. It has been decided that I will be sedated and then
while I am sleeping she will inject me and I will be allowed to
drift away. My journey to Rainbow Bridge will be peaceful and my mum
has told me that all her other cats will be there to meet me. My mum
and dad are with me, with my Auntie Heather and Auntie Jackie. I
know that I am loved right up to the end. In a few days my mum will
get my ashes back in a lovely casket and I will be remembered
forever - my spirit can still keep a watchful eye on all the other
cats I know my mum and dad will take in for fostering. There is no
need to feel sorry for me, it's just my time. We all have one and it
just so happens that mine is now. So not goodbye, just
goodnight...we will meet again at Rainbow Bridge.
Fosterers note: Tabitha was euthanised this morning, 4th
November, as her health had deteriorated beyond the point which she
could enjoy a good quality of life. Losing a foster cat is never
easy but at least we know Tabby's last weeks were spent in comfort -
with good food, a warm place to sleep and most importantly, someone
to love her. Tabby was a loving cat, who despite what she went
through remained purring to the end.
She will be sorely missed and always remembered.
"To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal.....
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance......
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace."
(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
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