I miss you Hanney...

My Hanna...

February 27th 2012 7:43 am
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I was going to start a diary for Hanna, but I'm starting to forget her. Is that bad? I should of taken more pictures of her. I do remember that she was a big girl though 18lbs. Which is probably why I always feel that Hunter is too skinny. Hanna was short and had that spay pouch that swayed. She followed me everywhere. I'd call her and she would come running. Hanna was very mellow. She was definately a lap cat. Always sitting on my lap while I watched tv, or was on my computer. For some reason, all of the cats I've had, they were all one person cats.

I still remember what I was wearing when I first saw her. Out of 7 kittens she was the only tabby, way in the back of a cat carrier. Hanna took after her father. I saw the mother cat. She was a cow cat. White with black spots. Not Hanna. Completely different. Thats why I picked her out. All the others were white with black spots. I picked her up and she clung to my jacket like glue. I actually had to pry her off. I remember bringing her home. I got in a car accident. I was fine. I remember freaking out thinking that I caused her to have brain damage. Now that I think of it, its pretty funny. I was 17 and had no idea what I was doing. Through the next 10 years she was always there. She slept on my bed against my back. I think she still would be with me if I fed her the right foods. My vet at the time told me to feed her Science Diet. So I did. Who was I to question a vet? I was stupid. She was the one constant being in my life. It took 3 weeks, from the first vet visit when she had a UTI, to the ER Vet when I had to put her down. In those 3 weeks, she went to the vets 5 times. She went to her vet 3 times, then twice to a specialist. Her vet kept on telling me she was fine. I'll never forget it. How is she fine, when her eyes were squinty, she was breathing with her mouth open, she could barely walk, her tongue was hanging out and she was drooling puddles. How is that fine? On 3 seperate occasions they told me this. "Kelly, she is absolutely fine" That is not fine! She was dying.

During those 3 weeks all I did was cry. I came home, saw her, and I cried. I cried at work. I cried in the car. She was my baby and she was dying. I didn't know what to do. I trusted the vet who told me that "She is fine" So I waited. I had no reason not to trust them. I'll never forget it. It was a Sunday morning, and It seemed like she was gasping for breath. I called the ER Vet which is a totally seperate facility and told them. She said to bring her in right away and that they'll be waiting. So I did. Lucky for me its only 15 minutes down the road. I brought her in, they wisked her away into an oxygen chamber. I sat in the waiting room with my dad, crying. I remember sitting across from my dad and next to him was a whole stack of Cat Fancy magazines. How ironic huh?

The vet came out to see me. He said that she was stablizing. I told him the whole story, her symptoms etc. He was so nice and calm with me. He told me that his wife was a veterinarian neurologist. That I could make an appointment for her to be seen there, since the other vets tests were all normal. Then he took me aside and said "Honestly Kelly, I've seen this before. She most probably has a brain tumor. Which is causing all of these malfunctions" I just about lost it. He asked, "what do you want to do?" I said, "I just want her to get better. I just want to go home." I then asked him "If she was yours, what would you do?" Then I got the typical "I can't answer that, the decision is yours." I didn't want to hear that crap. I was an emotional wreck. It was my decision and I just wanted some validation that I was doing the right thing. I've never done this before. He told me they could operate on Hanna, but she might not even make it through that, and Its very, very expensive. They were talking brain surgery. Again, I asked him what would he do? Again, he took me aside and said "If she were mine, I'd let her go. She has suffered enough. I don't think she can get throught this" I needed someone, anyone to tell me what to do. For some reason I trusted him. He was the first person in 3 weeks to tell me like it was, and wasn't sugar coating everything. On that day, I let Hanna go to the Rainbow Bridge.

I still think of her every now and then. I hated coming home from work and not seeing her. I missed her like crazy. For about a year after, I kept her collar on my keys, so she was always with me. I didn't want another cat. That was it for me. So for two weeks, I worked, came home, and cried. I would talk to my sister on the phone and cry. I cried so much that I had a rash from the salt in my tears. Finally my sister couldn't handle my depressing phone calls. She brought me to a shelter to look at the cats. I didn't want to go in. Why would I want to go to a shelter to look at cats who might look like Hanna? What was she, crazy? She begged me to go in. She wouldn't shut up, so I went in just to please her. She asked the volunteer if they had any kittens? She had to go ask. I thought to myself, she doesn't know if they have any kittens? Yea, great volunteer. She came back and said, they have just been released from quarantine, they can go home today. She brought me back to a cage with 5 white furballs. I see this white furball, on the back shelf of the cage, dive bombing onto one of its siblings. I cracked up. For the first time in weeks, I laughed. It was an 8 week old male kitten. Medium length white fur with an orange tail and orange on his head. The only medium haired kitten in the bunch.
His name was "Sunkist" aka Hunter. The rest is history.

Maybe this is why I'm so neurotic when it comes to Hunter. I want him as healthy as possible. This is also why I don't trust vets. Although Hunters vet, has never given me a reason as of yet not to trust them.

I guess I just wanted to write Hannas story for myself. For me to remember and never forget what happened to my big girl. This is the first time I can write about her and not cry, although the tears are welling up in my eyes. Maybe that'll never go away. Who knows!

I can say one thing though, Hanna taught me to always get a 2nd opinion, speak my mind, research. Its up to me to speak for my animals. If I don't, who will?

I will always love you Hanna!!

Miss you big girl,
Mom

 
 

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Purred by: Monida (Catster Member)

February 28th 2012 at 12:35 am

This was such a sweet diary entry. You are such an amazing kitty mommy! I'm sorry the vets failed you. But you gave Hanna a wonderful life filled with love!

Happy birthday to you Hanna! Send some angel dust down on your mom today, OK?
Purred by: Georgina Morris George Angel (Catster Member)

February 28th 2012 at 9:51 pm

No I don't think it's bad that you said you started forgetting Hanna. You have remembered a lot here and the same happened to my Dad. He started remembering more about me the more he got out photos to put on my Catster page and memories started coming back. I think the same will happen to you too, with more writing about her, the more you'll remember things about her.

Hannah probably worked her magic, like Rainbow Bridge kitties do, on your sister to get you to meet Hunter! It surely happened to me too; a few days before I went to the Bridge I made sure Dad found Felix wandering on the road and he kept him! A lot of times it seems that our purpose of going to the Bridge is to allow another homeless kitten to be adopted.

Happy Birthday to Hannah today! And I will escort her to the Bridge where all of us kitties want to give her lots of Hugs.

Love Georgina xo
Purred by: Alfie - Angel DB#14 (Catster Member)

February 28th 2013 at 3:28 pm

My family knows just how it feels to lose a precious furbaby. You will never forget Hanna. Mum has learned to remember me with fond memories but she still misses me terribly and does still cry sometimes.

It was a lovely diary.


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