Good bye, Tasha

From Tasha's Mommy:

This morning Tasha was worse than ever. Unable to move, having seizures, her eyes jiggling, and her crying in pain every time we touched her, Tasha was letting us know that we couldn't wait any longer. At 9 this morning we bundled her into the car and took her to the emergency vet's office to have her euthanized.

The doctor spoke with us and assured us we had made the right decision. As she injected the medicine into Tasha's catheter, our little baby stopped breathing almost immediately. The doctor checked for her heartbeat. She was gone.

We brought her home in a little coffin. We tucked in her toys and mice that I have made her over the years. A handful of her food, a syringe of milk, a bag of catnip. We put in her collars, her little towel, and tied her coffin shut with some yarn decorations that the children in my class made for her when they heard she was dying.

Her Daddy and I dug her grave near the pond in the backyard, and buried her there where she could be with the fish and birds that she liked to watch from the windows.

Tasha, you've left a gaping hole in our hearts. You helped us through some difficult times, helped us heal after our losses. I never imagined I would have to say goodbye to you so soon.

I love you, Tasha.

My last will and testament

I leave all my catnip mice, extra kitty treats, left over catnip, balls, my bed and box, and all my other worldly possessions to my family who have cared for me and loved me so much for the last few years.

Daddy, I love you the most.

My only regret is that I could not be with you longer. I love you all.

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we love you too, dear sweet Tasha.

Happy Mew Year

It's been so long since my last entry. Things have not changes much. I am still avoiding the little creep, although now he is taller and more clever than ever. I fear for my fur, and refuse to aproach him, even for treats.

Mommy says I'm being rediculous, that he's rying so hard to make friends, but heck, even Auntie Maggie bit him! And Auntie Maggie LIKES him!!

Auntie Maggy and I have not made any further attempts at contact. She remains a smell that lingers on Mommy when she returns from Grammy's house. And I have had no contact with cousin Tom other than Mommy telling me that he HATES my brother. He hisses at the baby as soon as he sees him. Now that's a sensable cat.

I feel old, and have spent many hours sleeping lately. I think the weather is getting to me, and the constant presence of my humans in this house. They are all sick, I am the only one well (for a change, scratch wood) and they are all over moaning and being generally unplesant. Throwing nasty smelling tissues on the ground after making horrifying noises into them. yuck.

I cerianly hope the whole mew year will not be this unplesant. I may have to move out.

baby brother, treat giver

So Mommy has decided to bribe me into liking my baby brother by letting him give me lots and lots of my favorite cat treats.

Last week Mommy and Daddy took Arik to the kitty farm, and he came home smelling of all kinds of strange kitties. Mommy told me how nice he was to the kitties, and how I should let him pat me and be my friend, but I wasn't falling for that.

So she taught him to give me "kitty crackers" which is what he calls them.

I must admit, I do love all the extra treats... and he does get a big giggle out of me taking them from his fingers, but I still do not like him to walk up to me with them. He's not a great walker, and I'm afraid he'll fall on me or something. I'd rather he just sit on Mommy or Daddy's lap and I'll come over and take those treats, thanks.

In other news, Mommy says Grammy may be getting her own kitty. That lucky moggy will get to lounge in the sun room all day, I just know it. hmph.

I hope she's nice.

maow maow

It has been quite some time, Catster friends... Here is an update on life at my house.

I have been trying to get downstairs more often, much to Mommy and Daddy's dismay. They say I have the worst timing, and apparently only run down the stairs at inopportune moments. But when I ask them when they don't seem busy, they say, "Not now, Tasha." or "Later, Tasha." Sigh. THey are too busy with my baby brother I fear.

Speaking of fear, I fear him. He comes after me and tries to pet me, and he's all lurchy and rough. But he's learned a new trick. He can say "maow" now. His accent is off and he needs to annunciate, but it's definately an "maow". SO if he's going to go to the effort of learning to speak cat, maybe someday he'll be worth hanging around. When he has better motor control. And self control.

Mommy was a little miffed at me the other day. It seems we have many flies that have snuck in and taken up residense here. Mommy was mad that I did not see fit to catch or eat them. YUCK. who would want to?? She said, "You're Insect Control, Tash. Why are you just letting these things fly all over??" Because dearest Mommy, I don't eat gross bugs. Moths, yes, butterfiles, yes, but cerianly not flies! Very yucky.

Last but not least, my greatest clinging achivement yet. After a running start and flying leap I managed to cling to the wall around a door jamb 4 feet in the air! I could have held on longer but Mommy scared me when she yelled, "What the hell are you doing??!?!?!" so I jumped down and ran off. But a marker of my achievements, clawmarks in the wall. Dug in at 4 feet high.

Well kitties, that's my update. Love and purrs to you all!

White Roses(etts)

A family of kitties from Lucky Black Cats suggested that we give rosettes to kitties who have passed for Memorial Day (wether the kitties served in the military or not) And I thought that was a nice idea, so I've used all my rosettes this month sending them to random kitties who have passed.

Not making promises, but it was such a nice idea, and since I never know who to send my rosettes to anyway, maybe I'll do that every month. Can't promise tho, because you know how often I get on here to Catster nowadays.

Doing well

Ben such a long time since I logged in, and I apologize for that. I have left you all hanging.

After a diffrent kind of pill (purple ones) I have recovered from my ordeal and am finally back to 100% normal! I have my apitite back and I am weeing normally, and I"m all full of pep!

My baby brother still cannot walk, but he is becoming a nussance all the same. Yesterday he hugged me! Horrors! I would ahve escaped, but Mommy held me and let him do it!

Mommy how could you!?!

He does drop a lot of tasty morstles. Yesterday it was steak. mmmmm..... Mommy and Daddy were saing that I was almost like having a dog to clean up the floor, but if I were a dog, I would get all the crumbs. I was insulted. I'm not a dog. And that's why you love me. hmph.

The birdies are out full force, and I've been loving watching them at my windows. Especially the fairly new windows... well not that new, we've had them for about a year, but the birds out them are choice.

My only real complaint is that Momy and Daddy are so busy with my brother that they hardly ever let me out to go downstairs and explore! I've been stuck up here for a while, and if I try to sneak out I get yelled at. Must guilt Mommy into letting me out sometime soon.

Love and purrs!

Relived!

Tasha's Momy again. Just heard from Dr. Tom. After last night when he was positive he felt stores in her bladder the x-ray revealed that she was stone free!

HORRAY! Tasha avoids surgery! I was so scared for my little fur baby!

So it's back on the meds which I'm sure she'll be here complaining about soon. Thankyou everyone who purred for her. You're all so lovely, the purrs worked!

Love, Tasha's Mom

Tasha at the Hospital :(

Hey, kitties, Tasha's Mommy here, and very upset I might add. My beautiful Tasha is away at the vet and possibly facing surgery in the near future.

If you've read any of Tasha's diary you know that she suffers from chronic bladder infections. She recently started to have a flare up that progressed very quickly into a bad one, so I sent her with her Daddy to the vet for a squeese and some medicine while I stayed home with Tasha's baby brother, who is also sick, at the moment.

Her Daddy called me from the vet saying that Dr. Tom thinks he feels something hard, and thinks it may be stones. He wants to x-ray her first thing in the morning, and since Daddy or I wouldn't be able to bring her until night time, and he wouldn't be there anymore, he offered to keep her over night. (And you skeptical kitties, don't just think that 'ol Doc Tom was trying to charge us room and board. He let her stay there free of charge.)

But still, she was away all night, and I'm very upset about it. If she does have stones it will mean surgery for her, and if you've been reading Tasha's diary for a VERY long time, then you know how miserable she was when she was spayed. I'm not looking forward to her being so sad again.

I'm not looking forward to any of it.

It makes me wonder if long ago Tahsa was thrown out of her home for being sick all the time. I could see how someone might get sick off all the infections, and pee pee dots all over the house. Maybe someone less loving came up against her problems and chucked her out? I hope that's not the case. I son't like to think of bad things happening to such a sweet girl.

love to all kitties,
Tasha's Mommy

Friday the 13th!

So here I thought I was lucky! A Daily Diary Pick! How wonderful!

but the bad luck was unescapeable, my infection is acting up again. OWWWW!!! Oh it hurts! And then Mommy brought my brother home early, and he's sick, so now BOTH of us are miserable. And Mommy only has one lap and I REFUSE to share with HIM!

hmph.

How about a reversal of fortune? How about some rosettes or friend requests? I haven't got any of either for a LOOOOONG time. Come on, how about making my day? I don't normally ask, but I'm unhappy today.