January 27th 2011 7:27 pm
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today was the last day I got to see my human mommy. She has taken such good care of me the last 5 years. She managed to trap me and took me to the vet about 4 years ago. I got neutered and vaccinated and they even took blood to make sure I was healthy. The vet told her I was very healthy, but had a bad cold that would need medication to help me feel better. She took me home and kept me inside a huge crate for a week to make sure I got my meds daily and recovered okay. After that, she took me back outside and let me run free. I was really happy she let me go back outside.... Not that she ever tried to hurt me when I was inside..... I just didn't feel comfortable being closed in so close to people.
My wonderful human mommy faithfully made sure me and the rest of the cat posse had lots of food and fresh water daily. I would see her the same time every morning before she would start work, so I got very used to her and her schedule. After awhile... I started to come closer to her, but I never let her touch me. She would sit just a couple feet away sometimes and talk to me.... Tell me about her day and all the other kitties she takes care of. If she didn't see me there... She would call out my name and shake the dish so I would know she was there. I would always come running.... But would wait until she left to eat my meal. I had not seen mommy in a couple of weeks as of today... I heard her.... But I just couldn't get to her.
Today, I was in the salvage yard next door and some guys were talking about how I didn't look good. The one guy said they would go next door and see if my mommy was thereso she could help me. Mommy came a few minutes later with the guy behind her. I peeked out from behind the car i was hunkered under. She looked at me and called out to me. "Tom... Oh no, Tom. I'm here, please let me help you." I yowled out a few times as I knew she could help me.... But I was still scared a bit. I started to move away and she kept calling put to me asking me to trust her as she wanred to help me. I was feeling very weak today, and when I tried to move.... My legs just buckled under me. She got close after a few minutes of coaxing and pet me on the back and told me everything was going to be okay. She picked me up and I just went limp... Too tired and weak to be scared anymore. She put me in a carrier.... And off we went to the vet. She kept asking me what happened that I got so skinny so fast and asked me if I got into a fight.
I heard her talking to the Dr and telling them that if there was anything they could do to help me.... Please do it. She said she would take me home with her and do whatever was needed to help me. After the vet looked at me... She told mommy that I had a very big ulcer in my mouth...... It was infected and it had spread through my body. She told mommy that I probably haven't been able to eat the last couple of weeks.... And that was a big contribution to my very rapid weight loss. The vet said the ulcer was a tumor.... So cancer was my diagnosis. She said even if she spent a million dollars.... She would not suggest putting me through tests and treatments due to the advanced stage of my illness. Mommy started crying.....and we said our goodbyes.
I know I have a special place in her heart and she has one in mine.... Even though I am no longer here.... I will help her and watch over her as she looks after all the other kitties here and takes as good of care of all them as she did me. Thank you for being there for me when I was too weak to stand anymore. I know you were there for me always.
Forever in my heart.... I miss you and love you.
October 26th 2007 4:28 pm
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i overheard our meowmy talking today about getting traps for us ferals. Her fiance was talking to someone at the feed store, who also feeds a feral colony, who gave him some information about the trap, neuter, return program in our area. Meowmy was very happy because when she tried to find info before, she couldn't. He said the SPCA would give her vouchers for all the ferals she looks after, and they would help cover the expense of a vet visit. The vet will give us shots, neuter or spay us, de-flea us, and check us over.
The one thing that scares meowmy is that he said the vet would put us down if we were sick. She doesn't yet know what the criteria is for being put down, but she won't trap us until she finds out. I know this trapping thing will help us, but I'm still a little scared about it. She is more than willing to put up extra money if we need medicine or a minor operation that will save us. She doesn't want to take us to a vet that will put us down just because we are sick with something treatable.
Well, that's all for now. I will let you know about this whole trapping issue thing when meowmy talks to the SPCA some more.
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