Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I might as well keep with all the other cat posts of today! I too am a "crazy cat lady" even though I only have two. :) My hubby and I are both cat people, so that's nice. We both had dogs and cats growing up, but he left for the Navy for 6 years and when he came back he was deathly allergic to dogs. So, we'll probably always just have cats, even though I really love all animals.
This was Daisy. She was my fire point Persian. She was very sweet, and a scardy cat of most things.
She loved to be brushed and whenever I'd lay down, she'd run over to "spoon".
We went to a baseball game, and this was a picture I took of Daisy wearing the ice cream hat bowl that we got:
And here she is in my house in San Diego:
A few months ago I noticed she had started peeing in random spots in the house. I thought this was very weird behavior since she had never done that before. She's always been litter box trained. Then I started to notice that she wasn't eating her cat food and seemed a lot more lethargic than normal. By the time I had really begun to notice there was a problem (maybe two weeks of this going on) I made an appointment with the vet. The day of her vet appointment, I woke up, came out to the kitchen to prepare bottles and I noticed her curled up in a corner. I said "Hi, Daisy", and she usually would look up at me when I spoke to her but she didn't. So I walked over to her to pet her head and instantly knew. She had passed. She looked so peaceful, just like she was sleeping. I sat on the floor by her and cried. I felt awful. I felt like I hadn't taken her to the vet soon enough. I felt like I should've known it was as bad as it was. I felt like I hadn't given her as much attention as I should have since the babies came. I was riddled with guilt. Even as I type this now, my heart still aches for her. I'm just glad she went quickly and she didn't seem like she was in any pain there at the end.
I'll miss her forever. She was only 10.
On a happier note, this is Zoey, our Bombay that we rescued in Washington when we lived there. She's 5 years old. She is very sweet and doesn't meow, but does a sort of "chirp" sound. She is a total lap cat, and loves to drink water out of the sink faucet. Typical of Bombays, (they love to be hot) she also loves to bury herself deep under covers to sleep. This used to scare me to death when she was kitten, I was worried she wasn't getting enough air!
Here was Zoey trying out the new stroller last year:
She loves her red blanket!
Sticking her tongue out at me: