On a Spring morning many years ago, when I was taking out the trash, I saw a tiny kitten with enormous paws in our front yard. I called to him, and he approached close enough for me to scoop him up.
When my husband Rick got home from work that night, I said, “Look what I found”.
Rick said, “I think that’s our kitten”.
And we lived happily ever after until last week.
We feel so fortunate that we found each other. I’m also grateful for your understanding and expressions of sympathy. They have been enormously comforting.
This should have been Tommie’s birthday blog post. He would have been 17 years old soon. Tommie had the biggest heart of any cat I’ve ever met. But his big heart was no longer able to pump all the fluids we were giving him to treat kidney disease, and we had to say good-bye yesterday.
He had those wonderful polydactyl feet and 24 sharp claws that he never used in anger.
Tommie liked tummy rubs, chicken baby food, fresh catnip in the Spring. His purr motor had an instant “ON” switch.
Tommie loved life and he made our lives so much sweeter.
I’d like to thank his vets, very especially Dr. Patricia Doherty, and also Dr. Dave Santisi at A Cat’s Place in Norwalk CT for their kind and knowledgeable care.
There are four cats living in the PAWS kitchen now. This is Brigit who comes with a pronunciation guide (“Bri-zheet”). She’s a very friendly polydactyl cat. The kitchen cats have lots of beds, a big window, and…
they have their very own sink.
This is 11 year old Max who hopped up to get a drink while I was filling their water bowl.
Brigit is available for adoption, with her sister Bjork (that’s Bee-york). Max would love a home of his own. Personable Freddy (or should I say catable Freddy?) rounds out the residents of the kitchen.
When our Tommie had his yearly wellness exam last November, including a blood test because he’s an official older dude, everything looked fine. In the Spring I noticed him drinking a LOT of water and peeing much more frequently, so we went to the vet. After a series of tests it was determined that he has the beginnings of kidney disease and had lost two pounds!
How could he have gone downhill so fast? Then I realized that while it was only 6 months in my calendar, in cat years, it was 2 years later for Tommie. Annual wellness exams are very important. Paying attention to our cats’ changes in weight or habits is equally so.
We give Tommie subcutaneous fluids twice a week. He won’t eat the prescription foods that are low in phosphorus for kidney disease, so I mix a binder into his food twice a day to prevent the phosphorus from being absorbed. In another month he’ll have a blood test to see how his innards are doing.
But, I can tell he’s a happy boy. He sleeps in the open and doesn’t hide. He delivers his favorite mouse toy to our bedroom every night announcing its arrival as he climbs the stairs. And he purrs me to sleep lying by my pillow.
Today is Tommie’s birthday. At least, it’s our best guess at the date. He wobbled out of the woods in front of our house 15 years ago; a tiny, hungry, absolutely adorable 6 week old kitten.
He’s luxuriating in the early Spring sunshine, inviting tummy rubs.
He is my sunshine.
Spring has sprung,
The catnip is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?
It looks more like Thanksgiving than Easter, but there they were in our backyard this morning.