Sunday, June 12, 2016
Saturday, January 9, 2016
We weren't the most experienced cat owners when he joined our family - we hadn't known that we should introduce him in stages to his new surroundings and we simply put him down on the floor to learn his way around the house. He spent the first few days hiding in a tucked away space under our bed which made him feel safe - and this is where he headed to in the last couple of months when he was sick.
He has been a healthy cat through most of his life with us - agile, active and always looked well fed! The first time he showed signs of getting sick was only a few months ago. He started to lose weight and seemed a bit lethargic and when he started to hide under the bed we realized something was wrong. He was diagnosed with diabetes so we quickly switched him over to a grain free, vegetable free soft cat food diet and started up insulin shots. He responded well to this and started to gain weight so we thought all was back on track.
One month ago , we heard him making a strange sound and saw that he was struggling to get up from his cat bed.. When I picked him up he started to have a severe seizure. I have never seen that before and it is a terrible experience to go through. He was breathing but very limp so we rushed him to the emergency vet clinic. He spent the night there on fluids but we really didn't have any answers as to the source of the seizure, other than the possibility that his blood sugar levels may have been too low at the time.
He had seemed to rally after the visit to the emergency clinic and our subsequent visit to our regular vet resulted in a higher daily insulin dose. But this past week his activity levels slowed down significantly and he was sleeping most of the day. On Wednesday morning he had lost the ability to move himself off the kitchen counter so we knew we had better take him to the vet as soon as possible. This time we had a diagnosis - pancreatitis and ketoacidosis. He spent two nights at the vet while they tried to stabilize him but his condition continued to deteriorate.
Friday morning we stopped in to see him but could see he wasn't getting better. He didn't seem to know we were there and his eyes showed the impact of the medication from the drip. We made the decision to help him move on and cuddled him for one last time as he lay on the vet's table. Being deaf, we knew he wouldn't hear us telling him we loved him, but we breathed into his neck fur while we stroked his head - and heard a soft barely inaudible purr ..so we hoped he knew we were there with him for his last minutes.
Nine years old when he left us - and the youngest of our four whitesters. We always thought he would be with us for many more years and can feel how empty the house is right now, even with the other three cats. I look up often, expecting to see him curled up in one of his many favorite spots - or strolling around the corner to come visit us in the living room. Short as the time seems, I would never give up a minute of the time we shared with this beautful boy.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Contrast this with most views of our cats - lazily curled up in a warm place anywhere in the house. If any of the cats happen to be in close proximity to another, this is by coincidence rather than by design. Playing with another cat...not a chance!
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Max's initial introduction to the household resulted in a frenzy of barking little Shelties and a quick exit on the part of the cats. Surprisingly he was quickly accepted by the Shelties and sometimes even tries to play with them. We knew he "tolerated" cats so we assumed he would leave the cats alone but we found out quite quickly that his curiosity was aroused when they would come near. He will often follow Sadie whenever she walks by - she is not as co-ordinated as the other cats so often is down on ground level instead of jumping from chair to table to bookcase.Spike and Angel are quite comfortable around the other dogs so after their initial apprehension about the "giant" in their midst, they decided he was harmless. At worst, they would occasionally feel a wet nose being pushed into their fur but more often Max would simply watch them as they moved around the house.
Molly, on the other hand, is constantly trying to chase the cats if they are on the floor or poke at them with her paw if they are within reach on a table or chair. In the photo above, Molly is trying to get Angel's attention and is being watched intently by Max. Spike is just behind Angel and is giving a quick tail flick to show he is nto impressed with the tableau unfolding in front of him.
No harm, no foul...the cats are faster than the dogs and when they get fed up they simply run away and jump up to a higher spot that is not dog accessible. Sebastian has no interest in any of the dogs and stays well out of reach, always keeping vigilant in case he needs to hiss at an interloper.
So after 2 months the equilibirum has been re-established. The daily routines have been adjusted to include Max and all animals have either accpeted each other or have an unspoken agreement not to get too close. Max has found a place where he can plop down that big body of his and the other dogs have shifted a little to accommodate him. Since he cannot easily get up the stairs to the second floor, he stays on the main floor at night to sleep. This makes Sophie happy since we now let her stay downstairs with him (she prefers to sleep on the couch in the living room but we rarely have let her stay downstairs by herself. Of course, the cats have free roam and go wherever they like anyway!
Monday, September 22, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Often, one of these kitties will climb up onto hubby's lap or sit on the arm of the chair beside him. If I didn't know better, I would think it was due to the prime TV viewing that the occupant of this chair enjoys.