Likes: Alfie loved our grown up Bengal Cross - Dave
Arrival Story: Alfie was a lovely little ginger tomcat which my husband acquired from our vet. They had a litter of kittens about 4 days old with no mother that someone had found in a shed back in September 2011 and they were lovingly hand reared by the nurses. Alfie was beautiful and was the first kitten to find a home.
We brought him home from the vets on 18 November when he was 8 weeks old. At 11 weeks old he went back to the vet for his first part of the vaccinations. He was a delight, an absolute mischevious terror and brought so much joy and happiness into our lives. I have always had cats/kittens and have 2 adult ones, but none have been as adorable as Alfie.
Alfie had a 2nd visit to the vet on Christmas Eve for his 2nd dose of vaccinations, but was a little under the weather so the vet gave him an antibiotic jab and some antibiotic tablets. He did not improve and by the 27th December I had admitted him to the vets for observation and blood tests. He had started to slow down and was not very playful. He wanted to sleep all the time and was eating very little. They took some blood samples and said it was possible he had been born with a liver shunt (portosystemic shunt). He was referred to Davies the Vet Specialists hospital near Barton Le Clay for Tuesday (yesterday). In between his visit to the vet and to the hospital yesterday Alfies little tummy became very big and he promptly went back to the vet who gave a mild diuretic – this was the day before yesterday.
Alfie was admitted yesterday and underwent several tests, blood tests, ultrasound of his abdomen and a sample was also taken of the fluid in his stomach. The diagnosis today which could not be 100% came back as Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP) which is impossible to diagnose without tissue sample and Alfie was too ill.
After much discussion, crying and a whole load of pain we made the decision to let go with love and not prolong Alfie’s life just to ease our pain. When we visited him at the hospital today although he looked a bit perky and was trying to cry his meow was rather weak and pathetic. I held my fingers up in front of his face moving them up and down and side to side, but he did not follow them with his eyes. Both my husband and I are absolutely devastated as we love little Alfie with a passion he was with us just 6.5 weeks.
It was an extremely hard decision to make but we feel we made the right decision. Alfie was born on 18 September 2011 and died today 4th January 2012 he was nearly 16 weeks old.
I have read and learned much about this disease over the last few hours and I know that Alfie had the best of care from both my vet Aston Lee Vetinerary Surgery in Newport Pagnell and Davies the Vet Specialists. I truly believe that there can have been no other outcome for Alfie and that to try to prolong his life would have been selfish.
Rest in Peace Alfie because you were loved and you brought so much happiness into our lives. We would not have missed out on your short life for the world.
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OKR (Orange Kitties Rock) Kitty of the Week 13-18 August 2013
I never thought I'd get the opportunity to write in your diary again little one. I never wrote in your diary on your birthday. I didn't forget I chose to post something in Catster Buddies on Facebook instead.
I hope you had a wonderful time Alfie.
We now have another 2 new kittens, Georgie and Charley. Georgie is s beautiful little tortie and white kitten and she is delightful. She is a Cerebeller Hypoplasia kitten like Flossie but she is milder. She had a gorgeous little wiggle when she walks. She came from Wellcat rescue. Then we adopted Charley a tiny little black and white tuxedo kitten. She also came from a rescue in the West Midlands. Georgies pregnant mum was found in a car park and taken to Wellcat and looked after by a foster mum. She gave birth the very same night. Charley was found along with her siblings named the Jackson 5 shortly after being dumped in a box in an alley. A very kind person rescued them and took them to a safe place.
People can be so cruel Alfie. These two are safe with us. We have 8 cats in all now Alfie.
It was so very nice to be able to write in your diary again Alfie. I still miss you so very, very much.
It is very sad the Catster Community is closing, but it is not what it was. Are any of us what we were I ask?
The Catster Community rallied round me and wrapped itself around me when I was in a very deep dark place. The day you died was almost certainly amongst the saddest days of my life, if not the saddest day of my life. Losing you was like a pain I had never experienced before. I have lost cats before you Alfie and after you but because you were so tiny and sweet it hurt the most of them all.
I have had many furbabies Alfie, many and I have loved them all and I have had several new furbabies and I love them too. BUT there was something about you being so small and vulnerable that made my insides scream out with pain. The injustice of it you had such a short life.
I remember sitting at my computer and discovering Catster.com. It was very easy to write up my feelings on the website. I had no idea that so many people would respond to my posting "Goodbye Alfie" in the community section. I was amazed. Those wonderful Catsters they helped me so much. Then a few days later I started this diary. It seemed mad that someone could write letters to a deceased pet, but it helped me so much with the grief.
I love you Alfie you are never far away from my thoughts. I owe Catster and the community a great debt of thanks so for all of the wonderful people who supported me, and there are too many to name. I thank you for saving my life.
I cannot believe that it is 4 years since I last saw you. It's such a long time and yet the time has passed by so very quickly.
Tomorrow the babies Ted and Eric will be going into the vets to be neutered and microchipped they will be 6 months old at the end of this month. Time flies it only seems 5 minutes since I brought them home. Eric came on 24 September followed by Ted on 2 October. They are walking around looking for food because they haven't been fed since 9pm but they do have plenty of fresh water available and they have been well fed today. Despite this they are giving me those big cow eyes and I do feel sorry for them.
The excruciating pain I felt when you went to Rainbow bridge has gone but I still feel sad when I think of you going away. I found a lovely memorial to a cat that I love to read and I post to other people when I hear of their much loved fur passing.
The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Cat
I, the cat of all cats, because of the burden of my illness, realize that the end of my life is near…and so I hereby bury my Last Will and Testament in the heart of my Friend. She will not know it is there until some time after my death. Then, remembering me in her sadness, she will know of this testament. I ask her, then, to inscribe it as a memorial to me.
I have little in the way material things to leave. Cats are much wiser than men. We do not set great value upon things. I have only my love and magic to bequeath. These I leave to all those who have loved me, and especially to my friend, who I know will mourn me the most. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near to the gate through which we must all, one day, pass but I have always been an extremely special and distinguished cat!
I ask my friend to remember me always but not to grieve for me longer than she really must. In my life I have given her comfort in time of sorrow and a reason for added joy in her life. Not even in death would I want to cause her pain though I know it will come to her. It's O.K. Let her also remember that no cat was ever happier but I have grown ill and pained and it's time to say “Good-bye.” It will be a great sadness to leave her but not a sorrow to die. I accept this part of the journey as a natural part of life…not something alien and terrible which destroys life.
What will come to me after death ? Who knows ? …I would like to think that I will be joined by companions I’ve known in life who have gone before me. I will romp about in butterfly filled fields. Every hour will be mealtime and there is always a little brook with fresh running water. I will spend long evenings in front of fireplaces with logs forever burning and curl up with memories of her touch and the old days.
This is much to expect but peace is certain…and a long rest for these weakened limbs will be welcome.
One last request I make. I ask her, for the love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory not to have a cat in her life. I've never had a narrow spirit and have always held that most cats are good (some dogs, too !) Some cats are better than others, of course…like me ! And, so, I suggest another of similar background but others could be suitable, too. No cat can be as distinguished and handsome as I was but she must not ask the impossible. He will do his best and even his inevitable defects will help to keep my memory ever green.
To him, I’ve left my green chaise lounge and my place in the garden window which I loved so much and wish him long, sunny afternoons of snoozing and bird watching.
A few last words of farewell, Dear Heart. "I have loved you completely and no matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you. Remember always that Angels are not allowed to show their wings on earth, but there’s no rule against whiskers!"