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Leave a treat for Sydney Romeo (in Loving Memory
Sea Sea Rider,Baby Sea,Syddy-boo, my little love, Siddy, Lover-monkey, smoozer, Syd, Mr. Sydney, big baby, big bear,tubby bubby,Mr. Congeniality
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April 3rd 2001
August 13th 1998
Protecting the homestead from other cats, playing, slobbering and purring, and at my new house I love to sit by the fireplace in my special chair and in the warm weather sit on my screened in porch and deck!
My other two cats--they are in heaven now.... :(
Anything that moves
Favorite Nap Spot:
Wherever anyone else has been sitting --the other cat's spots, my spot, against the wall heaters in winter, at new house on top of the heating vents, his chair in both the kitchen and living room in front of the fireplace, on our lap, on his curved benchs
Anything that is "real" food...especially roasted chicken, grilled steak and pork roast
We have Christmas bells hanging on our door knob that we leave out all year now because Sydney rings them when he wants to go outside.
indoors and outdoors
Sydney is the ultimate smoozer. He started hanging around a good year before we adopted him. He was so ragged, scarred and malnutritioned. He had this huge head and skinny body. His fur was matted and dull but he was sooo loveable. He would jump into your lap and put a paw on either side of your neck and lay his big head against our cheeks and purr like there was no tomorrow. A true little suck-up/Romeo. Hey, who could resist...so we had him neutered and got his shots and now he lives with us and has for the past 4 years...which is not a treat for my other two cats. They despise him. Austin is afraid of him and Jasper sort of tolerates him. It is sooo sad.
Well, Syd does have an annoying and smelly prob. He sprays IN the house and it is awful. We have tried everything but drugs to stop this habit--even the vet doesn't know what to do. Hey, if anyone reads this and has any suggestions we are open to them. Besides that Sydney is a very lovable cat. (p.s. he no longer has that little problem)
My favorite song that my "maw maw" sings to me when she and I do
"huggies" and she rocks back and forth while standing and holding me to her heart while I push my cheek against her face: "Baby CDEFG...how I love my sweet Sydney.........up above the sky so high, you're my diamond in the sky....baby cdefg mama loves her sweet Sydney....."
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February 19th 2016 10:13 pm
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One year ago on Feb. 19th at around 10 p.m. eastern time I threw another blood clot but this time it affected both of my back legs and i was in so much pain and paralyzed not understanding why such a sweet and loving cat as I always was had to go through this excruciating pain. (I survived the first one that happened on Dec. 26th and was doing quite well and doing my usual things) My Mommy stayed up with me all night long trying to comfort me along with a shot of my pain medicine from the last time but I couldn't understand why I couldn't walk or stand or even sit.....Mommy kept crying and petting me though I was so uncomfortable.....We laid on cushions from a chair in front of the electric fireplace....I LOVED heat especially as I got older. We laid there thru the night and as the stars started fading from our view from the window Mommy sang me my favorite song...I loved that song and when she would sing it in the past I would let her hold me against her chest, I would press my face against her cheek, drool and purr....but this time I was too in pain and sick to do those things....tho I tilted my head backwards and looked into her tearful eyes expressing my love and my fear too. She sang to me as tears flowed down her cheeks, "Baby Sea D E F G, how I love my sweet Sydney, Up above the sky so high, you're my diamond in the sky, Baby Sea D E F G, Mommy loves her sweet Sydney". (Sometimes she would call me Baby Sea)
So....that morning with a heart so heavy she took me to the Vet....he gave her the terrible news that I would be lucky to live 2 more weeks and I would be paralyzed.....so that morning around 9:00 a.m. on Feb. 20, 2015 I was given a shot to send me on my way....I suppose it was a good thing as I was miserable and my lungs were filling up with water.....the thing is Mommy was wondering if she did the right thing since I did manage to get a burst of energy and tried to hit the window in the car to let me out...I never did anything like that before and she thought it was a sign that I needed only time to get better. You see she didn't understand how at my checkup in March I got a clean bill of health (other then my allergies that I have always had and later my arthritis) and then when we moved to my new home 200 miles from my old home we went to the vet which was 5 months later to find out that I had Kidney disease and an irregular heartbeat. Since I was a stray we never were sure of my age...I was either 15 or poss. 16....anyway the Vet felt that due to my age and that most likely I had the worst of the Cardiomyopathy...the one they don't have a cure for yet....that I should just live out my life without going through the stress of seeing a Cardiologist.....My Mommy tried so many things holistically in hopes that I would get better but of course none of that worked...except when I had it the first time she nursed me back to health and I was my old self within a week!!! According to 2 Vets that was somewhat of a miracle especially since I was a senior citizen. Mommy feels that she is responsible for my illness....she thinks it was caused from the stress of moving so far away and in a car for 3.5 hours.....but I did feel quite at home at the new place tho now and then I would wail as I was unsure where I was...kind of a thing when you get older....normally and usually I would just give her my silent meow which she found adorable. The only thing that was good that came out of my passing is that 2 more of my kind got a home....my home but still I am ok with that....the first one was an all black cat named Riley Salem (just because I am not physically around I keep an eye on things) anyway he was 7 months old at adoption...he was from a shelter and then a couple of weeks later Jesse Dakota from the humane society joined my family....he was 8 weeks old...now he and Riley are buddies....kind of like Austin Valentino and Jasper Juno those many years ago. Meanwhile my Mommy still cries for me and her heart still aches for me. I sure hope she gets better...I did notice that she went back to my home of many years and spread some of my ashes and then she did the same at the new home before she put the rest in my memorial photo box that she put on the mantle along with Austin and Jasper. I miss you too Mommy and I know how very much you still love me! Yours forever, Sydney Romeo.
February 23rd 2015 9:57 am
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It has come to my attention that although we are not positive of the year/month/date of Sydney's actual birth....according to records I found it looks like he was born in either 1998 or 1999....which would make him 16 or 17 years old.....to know that he may have been alive longer then I thought somehow makes me feel a little better.
Aug. 13, 1998 or 1999-Feb. 20, 2015
February 22nd 2015 10:55 pm
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August 13, 1999- February 20, 2015
Sydney Romeo my little love....my shining light forever extinguished as he left this Earth and our lives suddenly.
It was inconceivable ....at least that is how it felt that fateful night.....let me back up a bit....we have never been certain of Sydney's age or actual birthdate since he was a stray whom the Vet felt at that time he was 2 or 3.....so he may have been 15 or 16 at the time of his death.....and we were fortunate to share our lives with him for 14 of those years and my love for him is never ending. All cats are special with their unique personalities but Sydney was exceptional! (in my opinion of course and not to diminish my other fur cats who in their own way were also beautiful and special and I will forever love them too....but today it is all about Sydney)
As you most likely read Sydney's last diary entry you will see that he wrote about a thrown blood clot....but what was wonderful and beautiful is that he survived it and was walking normally and doing his usual things in less then a week (according to some studies only about 34% of cats with this condition make it through their first thrown clot)....This was the beginning of the end......We were so grateful but we knew we were on borrowed time and I was waiting for that proverbial other shoe to drop as we were told that he would throw another one in 2 weeks or 2 months....He had Cardiomyopathy Thrombosis and there was NOTHING we could do to treat that disease at least not that type of Cardiomyopathy ---there is more then one type and this type is untreatable as they do not have any conclusive evidence that clot busters or blood thinners etc. will prolong the cat's life....if only they had something like they do for human beings that have this condition because if they did Sydney would still be cuddled next to my face as I sleep at night and he would be sitting with me every morning while I drank my coffee and he would be doing ALL of things he loved to do.
I digress....back to the story of how we lost him......On Feb. 19, 2015 it was like any other day....Sydney did all of his usual cute things such as our morning routine which of course meant breakfast for him and putting the fire on just for him (this was our cold weather routine-in the warm weather we hung out on the screened porch until he felt like walking gout to the deck to lounge on his scratching lounge bench while the sun warmed him)...he always had dry food available but breakfast meant wet food....he then would go into the Sun Room and bask in the warmth of a sunbeam on his table or bench by the window or sometimes just on the area rug....then he would have some treats and retire to "his" bedroom...the room he chose when we moved to this new house.....he would come back to the kitchen when he knew it was dinner time to once again sit by the fire and receive his nightly meal of human food...his favorite was roasted chicken but he also enjoyed steak and pork......he would RUN to his dish when I said it's "chickie" time......after dinner he would lounge with us on the couch...first with me to have his "brushes", get his buggies as he purred and drooled on my shirt...then he would proceed to his Papa's lap to snooze until he felt like munching on his leftover chicken....he liked to space out his dinner.....then off to bed with his mama to snuggle for at least most of the night as sometimes he left to go to the bathroom or eat/drink water and then he would make it back to the bed before I awoke as if he never left the room.....in the summer he would wake me up with a cold nose on my face, a forehead lick or he would paw my hair out of my face.....in the winter he sometimes would meow but wasn't in any real hurry for me to get up to wait on him. The last week and a half of his life he started a new thing which was to lay on top of my back or my side if I was sleeping on my side.....I think he was doing that to get warmed up.....he always loved heat....he would nap against the water heat boards at the home he knew for most of his life which would provide warm heat constantly and then on top of the vents at the new home which much to I am sure his dissatisfaction only was warm when the furnace turned on.....So to continue......again everything was as usual that day and night until about 10 p.m. when he let out a cry and jumped to the floor stretched out and was trying to shake out his back legs until he couldn't move them any longer.....he had thrown the 2nd clot only this one was so large it affected both of his legs which left him with only his front legs to crawl across the room to a more private location...which happened to be the sun room behind the giant chair.....I had 2 syringes of pain medication from his first clot so I immediately administered one shot to ease if not eradicate the pain.....well the shot worked great for the first-time clot but this time he still cried in intervals......My heart was breaking....I felt so helpless....we called the emergency clinic three times to see if they had anything to help him and the answers were no no no....just let him rest.....I stayed up all night with him and soothed him as much as possible upon the make shift bed on the floor in front of the electric fireplace/heater (this was not his daily fireplace...that was a gas fireplace) after awhile during that night he would move and cry....I think most was from pain but I think some was because he was frightened and agitated because he couldn't sit nor stand and some of his cries were for me when I left the room for a moment or two....just thinking about this as I type makes me cry....I noticed that though not opened wide he was doing some of his breathing through his mouth and I knew that I was in real trouble because that was a sign with this specific disease of congestive heart failure and I became hopeless and knew deep in my heart that even though I was taking him to his Vet as soon as they opened in the morning thinking perhaps there would be some miracle I was doomed....doom to have to let him go.....let my second fur child in 14 months go......(only this was different....he was fine and then not fine but conscience where my other fur child was not conscience when that horrible decision had to be made) Sydney looked up at me with "help me mom' eyes and I was so upset because the only thing I could do is let him go.....even though in the car he reached his front legs out to leave the car and making his I don't want to go to the vet cry.....so part of my guilt in letting him go is knowing he did not want to go and trusted me to just make him better so he could continue to enjoy the rest of his life....I am so torn apart that I can't eat and I exist as a zombie even though I have been assured that this was the kindest thing I could do for him....I just wonder if I could have found a better solution.....I so love Sydney and he has done so much for me that I don't have the room to write it all down......he is also the last of our little family of three cats and now this house is just an empty box without a soul....this is the first time in 18 years that there hasn't been a fuzzy little face to nuzzle and to care for......I know that I am not the only one who feels like this when they lose their special fur kid and as they all know it feels as if your heart has been ripped out of your chest and everyday you wake up TO a nightmare.....Oh my Sydney I am SOOO sorry...so sorry that you trusted me to help you and I failed you. With Love Forever, your Mommy!!!
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