One of the problems in being a home to unwanted Cats is that I take in quite a few who are already very old and therefore I tend to care for them only during the Winters of their lives. It is always very distressing for me when they pass away. You would think you would get used to it with so many animals here, but you don't.
This page has some pictures & stories of some of the little soldiers I have cared for during the last few month's or years of their lives
Primrose was a little fighter. She was very poorly when she arrived and had such a bad oral infection that the vet had to remove virtually all her teeth. She was very underweight but with careful diet she made a good recovery. She was with me for about 3 years but sadly went to sleep in 2002.
Sonny was about 18/19 when he was homed with me. He was totally blind and was facing the needle.
He used to love this radiator bed, in fact he hardly ever left it. Even with his disability he was a climber & successfully made his way round the house.
He arrived here in 2000 & lived for 2 more years
This is Toulouse who lived with me for about 4 years. He was blind when he arrived and spent a few very happy summers basking in the conservarory sunshine. He was a Siamese Cat & went to sleep in 2002.
Dusty, the one on the left! (Primrose in background) was a lovely little Cat. He was homed with me bacause even though he was only 2, he had been passed from home to home & finally given to the RSPCA to put down because he sufferred from - well the vet's couldn't actually find out what it was. The trouble was that Dusty sneezed great wads of - well you know - all over the place - all of the time !
This meant that there was a lot of cleaning up after him, but he was such a cutie. Dusty spent some time outside, but prefered to be indoors. He lived with me for about 2 years, but one morning I found him lying down in the Kitchen, hardly breathing. He was rushed to the Vet. They kept him in over night but poor Dusty went to sleep that same night. He was such a little character I really miss him.
This is him scampering across the grass one evening.
Because Sonny needed so much care, I became very attached to him & was terribly upset when he past away. I will not forget him & although I don't know what life he had before I know he couldn't have had better for his last 2 years
I don't have pictures of some of the little dears but I will just tell you about Noni (pronounced no-nee).
Noni was a little bit like Dusty above, only a youngster but thrown out when a lump appared on her head. He was called noni because on his basket it said "no name" and this became "the Cat with No Name (a la Clint Eastwood !) & this was duly somehow shortned to Noni !!
I took Noni to the vet & sadly he had a tumour on his head which was operated on to remove it. When he came back we were all so happy that he had survived, but after some 6 weeks the worst thing happened & a new lump began to form. The vet said that the tumor was too deep and was malignant. I cannot write any more as I can just see his little face looking up at me as we had to take him to be put to sleep. It's so unfair
