Andy R I P

1-14-12
Rest in peace, my beautiful long haired, proud Andy. It's not a week yet, and loosing you still hurts, but I know you don't hurt anymore.
You, who decided not to be wild like your litter-mates, and came into the house to safety, and became such a beauty, in looks and in spirit. I never knew if you were out of Buffy or Sheba, because you were weaned before they brought you home. You, who would come to meet me at night when I'd get in from work, from I'm was never sure where in the neighborhood, but here you'd come trotting down the road as soon as you heard my car, into the driveway to greet me.
I don't know where you hung out while I was gone, but you always heard the car and came to me. Several of the other cats thought you were their best friend, too, like Ashley, who is lost now without you. No one likes her like you did. She is very clingy now.
This last fall, as you got to staying home more, I should have realized your health was declining. I thought the coyotes were why, as we lost so many . I didn't really notice till your beautiful coat that you always kept so clean began to get a little rough. I should have realized when your habits changed. You, who were always so well groomed and had such pride in your long dark and beautiful hair coat. Rarely did I have to get any mats or burrs out. You got a little thin and got diarrhea, in your britches that I had to trim out. The enzymes and antibiotics worked, even though you hated them, but it did not last and with your long hair it was very hard to tell how much weight you'd lost. You were hiding from me by the last day of meds, so we quit.
You held your own for a few weeks then really declined, and had to go back to the meds, that you hated.
When should you stop trying to be Savior and leave your pet some dignity in dying? I so wish I knew the answer!
Lots of fluids helped you, but did they just prolong your misery? I think you might have recovered, but for the fact that you hid from me on the coldest night so far, and
I could not find you, hiding in the box next to the door. I looked for two hours and called and called. I was afraid the coyotes had gotten you! It was only chance that I did find you next AM, but you caught pneumonia because of it and I couldn't stop it from happening. You were to thin to stand that kind of cold, even with your long hair.
You lasted eight days, and I prayed you'd live, you were so tough, but it was not to
be.
You hated the meds, and all I did was make you miserable instead for being a comfort to you. I thought I should do every thing I knew to do for you. You were trying to tell me no more, but I would not let you hide. I should have listened.
How do you know when to let go? How do you figure it out?
Lord, I so don't want to be bad to my sick ones! I'm so sad.
Rest in peace now my Andy. The weather has finally cleared enough to get you buried.

Little Ziggy is dropping weight and is lethargic and I've started him on Doxy, but I don't know whether it'll work for him either. The little brown tabby out side that has never been well or healthy, is still to wild to catch so she is not going to make it
either.

1-21-12
The wild baby has taken it out of my hands, as I haven't seen her for two days.

And today when I got home from church, I found 4+ kittens dumped off here, hiding in my shed. They are gentle and have been handled, only about 4-5 mo old. Two three colored females and two-three tabby males with white feet. Sorry Bastards!I can't afford anymore cats to feed! Someone has dumped a bunch of big fat tom cats out in the neighborhood, too, who come in and eat if I leave anything out at night.

How can people do such a thing to little ones? A pox on them!