October 6th 2015 6:09 am
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This is the diary entry I hoped I wouldn't have to write for a very long time. I know all our furbabies have to leave at some stage and make their journey to the bridge and that is never easy to cope with. When my tiny baby Alfie passed having FIP my heart felt it had been ripped from my chest. He was such a baby. Then when Buzz was taken unexpectedly I thought I would never recover from all the grief. Through all the sadness came the opportunity to home two more beautiful furs in the shape of Freddie and Flossie. Gradually the home became a happy and beautifully catified place again.
In June our world was turned upside down again when early one morning Ollie had a fit which was followed by 2 hours of hissing, spitting and growling at something only he could see. I was told by the emergency vet hospital that I couldn't take him down while he was in that condition and had to wait until he came out of it. When my own vets opened at 8am I just couldn't wait for it to stop so I gently placed him in the carrier and took him to the vets. He was diagnosed with idiopathic epilepsy and they gave him the best of care. He had an overnight stay in the hospital and we brought him home the next day. It seems that Ollie had suffered a stroke. His early recovery was remarkable. He learned to walk properly, use a litter tray, eat again and most of all he got his meow back although that took a month. Everything looked really rosy for Ollie. His 17th birthday came and we were delighted. We hoped he would live to be at least 20, but his recovery was short lived and he soon began to deteriorate with head pressing against the wall, he lost his sight and his hearing. He didn't know where he was and he seemed to be living his life in darkness and in fear. When I picked him up for a cuddle he knew who I was and I could feel his body relax against me and he sighed as if to say thank you.
I knew it was Ollie's time about a week before I took him to the vet. I begged for a miracle but I knew only too well that it wasn't coming. I took little video clips of his decline to show the vet. On that final Saturday morning I took Ollie to the vet and showed him the footage I had taken that morning. He agreed that it was not kind to let him continue. It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to my beautiful furbaby Ollie. My wonderful furfriend companion. The king of the cats, who no other cat in the close dare challenge.
He was my beautiful rufty, tufty cat. A true character who stole my heart as a 6 week old kitten.
For all the wonderful memories, my sweet Ollie. I thank you!!!
September 4th 2013 2:25 pm
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On behalf of my secretary I would like to apologise for the fact that I never got to thank efurybody for my gifties and best wishes for my DDP on 27 August. She seems to think that she is too busy to deal with my fan mail.
So here it is.
THANK YOU EFURYBODY. I LOVES MY GIFTIES AND WISHES.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
August 21st 2013 2:35 pm
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OMC I don't believe it. I never expected to receive such an honour - Cat of the Day. My mum is so proud of me. Do you know what SHE did to me today? Do you? Well let me tell you what SHE did and on my very special day when I should've been a pampered puss. SHE, put flea stuff on my neck. It stinks and anyway I don't have fleas. You would just think she could have waited until tomorrow, BUT OH NO!!!!!
I would just like to say a big thank you to efurybody for all my lovely gifts and good wishes today.
I am just going for a well earned sleep, that's if I can get the smell of that flea stuff out of my nostrils.
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