Leave a treat for Lucky Boo, Loved & Missed Nicknames: Luckitty BooCat Boy, Boo-man, Boo Boo, Luck, Big L, Boo Gato, LB, Medicine Boo, Luckitty the Bookitty the Luckitty the Bookitty the Luckitty the Boo...that one can go on and on and on! Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-disabled
-cat rescue
Birthday: October 3rd 1993 Coloration: Black Likes: Sleeping in a quiet place, being left alone by other animals, shoes, treats, going to the vet (weird, I know). Pet-Peeves: Being bothered by Sindri. Sometimes he hates to ride in the car. Hates being sick. Hates it when I wake him up from napping (he's very still when sleeping--I can't tell if he's breathing, so I have to touch him to make sure he's still alive!) Favorite Toy: I think his playing days are over. He doesn't really show any interest in toys anymore. Favorite Nap Spot: Since we moved into our house, Boo has chosen his favorite nap spots to be the window seat, top of the cat tree, and on the water heater (which just looks like an extra countertop in my kitchen but is warm). Favorite Food: He loves sliced turkey, which he sometimes gets as a treat. He's a fan of any kind of canned cat food. He eats Eagle Pack Holistic dry. Skills: When I bend down to pick him up, he shifts his weight into his back legs and stands up to make it easier for me to pick him up. Whether he does this or not is how I determine if he is in the mood to be held. Steals the hearts of all who meet him. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: I found him on Halloween day in 1993. He was a skinny little thing walking down our dirt road. Being only ten years old, I instantly fell in love and knew it was destiny for me and this cat to be together! I begged and begged my parents to let me keep him. I was supposed to be getting a puppy around that time. I made the difficult decision to give up the chance to get my very own puppy by keeping little Lucky Boo. It was love at first sight. We were inseparable after that. He was a skinny, tiny, black kitten--and things don't tend to go so well for cats, especially black ones, at Halloween. I knew I had to save him from almost certain death. After I made my decision, I never looked back! We fixed Lucky's underweight problem fast--in the prime of his life, he weighed 20 pounds! He's a big cat. Was never fat, just really big and muscular. When we lived out in the country, Lucky roamed and hunted all the time and was a strictly outdoor cat. Then when we moved to our neighborhood, he was too intimidated to go exploring so he mostly stays either in the garage, in the driveway, or in the house. Bio: I call Lucky Boo my little (well not so little) miracle cat! He was diagnosed with FeLV in early April of 2006. I then took him to a new vet in Statesboro who confirmed that diagnosis and added a diagnosis of FIP! He has the dry form of FIP though, which isn't as bad as the wet form, which causes fluid buildup and is usually fatal within weeks. His diseases are terminal but controlled as of now. He was having seizures weekly until I took him to the new vet (Gateway Animal Hospital in Statesboro--very great, caring vets there). Now he takes Prednisone and Phenobarbital twice a day, every day. He started taking these medications towards the end of April, and they have worked very well. He has been sick off and on though. Over the years, he has lived up to his name. He's a fighter, and he's also a surviver (so far)!! I love my Lucky Boo Kitty! Update 6/16/08: Last night, Lucky lost the ability to control his back legs. He progressively worsened through the night and into the afternoon. Around 5:30 EST, I took Lucky Boo to the vet and he made his journey to the Bridge. He is forever loved and will be forever missed. Forums Motto: Mommy's Guardian Angel The Last Forum I Posted In: Catsters In Need of Serious Purring Places I've Been: I've only been to one public place where pets aren't allowed, and that was a local video store. The manager asked Mommy to bring me inside so she could visit me and pet me. So I suppose I'm the first kitty to go inside that particular Video Warehouse! How exciting! I know little doggies have gone in there too, but as far as I know, I'm the only feline! I've also been to Gateway Animal Hospital and Westmoreland Animal Hospital, both too many times to count!
Long time, no meow. I've been busy at the Bridge watching over Mom and welcoming new angels as they arrive, and Mom has been busy with schoolwork and taking care of my kitty siblings. You know what? Sir Thomas had to have his leg cut off the day before Halloween! It's true! He's now a tripod. His stitches came out last Friday, and the lampshade collar was removed Sunday. Now that he doesn't have to wear the Elizabethan collar anymore, he's one happy three-legger! His wound is healing nicely, and he's going back to live with Grandmaw and Grandpaw over Thanksgiving break.
Mom entered a few pictures of me and my siblings into the World's Coolest contest this year. Two years ago, Sindri made it to the finals. This year, I did! Only two pictures of me were entered, so I'm pretty surprised I made it! Plus, there aren't many black cats who made it to the finals so I'm really proud of Mom for taking a decent picture of me, even if I was extremely angry at the time.
If you like my picture, would you please cast a vote for me? Here is the link:
It's really bothering me that I can't get into Lucky's urn. I was beginning to doubt that there was even anything in there.
Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore, so I tried to pry it open. It didn't budge. So I tried to unseal it by taking a knife along the edges where the top/what I thought was a lid is. Nada. I cut into it a little and some black specks fell out. I guess those were ashes. There is no way to open it. I tried opening it from the base but it looks like it's impossible to get into without spilling the contents. How ridiculous. I wish I'd been told the standard urn was one that cannot be opened. I wish I had been given the chance to choose one. I didn't know.
I'm going to call the place that did the cremation sometime to ask how I'm supposed to open it. There has to be a way to get into it and leave the contents undisturbed. On the FAQ of their website it says that the cremains will be in a bag inside the urn. I guess it's possible that there was a bag and I cut it, but I doubt it. I'm not too happy at this point.
I guess part of the reason I'm so upset about this is that I still miss him so much. Having access to his ashes won't change anything; he'll still be gone.
On to happier news... Isa is doing great. She is so precious. She's growing so fast! I adore her. I don't know what I'd do without her. She's so much a part of the family already. My friend Leti's parents came over to meet her today; they instantly fell in love too. Her mom held Isa and she fell asleep in her arms. It was so sweet.
I'm going to Savannah tomorrow for the 4th and I'll be staying the night. I'm looking forward to it very much. I need to get away from Statesboro for a little while. I'll be seeing a great fireworks display from River Street. It should be beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, before the fireworks I'll get to see another amazingly, unbelievably beautiful Lucky Boo sunset.
Lucky Boo's diary was one of today's daily picks, and I would like to thank Catster for choosing it. I'd also like to thank everyone who sent congratulations to Lucky Boo. I read each and every one and am so thankful that there are so many people out there willing to take the time to write to me even though I know I'm not the world's best when it comes to responding.
Today was an OK day. Isadora is fitting in very well in her new family. It amazes me how closely she has bonded with Rafa! They are playing at this very moment, as they have been all day. They truly have a special friendship.
I just wish Lucky Boo were here. I'm so glad I opted to cremate him and have his ashes saved and returned to me. It does bring me comfort to have his ashes here. I am getting to the point that I can sometimes think of him and smile. I do have some quite humorous memories of him; I may share some of them in future diary entries.
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