RE: My Actifit Report Card: January 25 2021
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Are you asking about me or you? I know I have to have a kitty, or two or three and so on, as I cannot picture life without them. I also know it's extremely hard when they pass on, as they are every bit as much a part of the family as any human is. I know some people might think I'm crazy for saying that, but cats and other pets, offer unconditional love. They know when you feel bad and try to help, all without the ability to speak our language. It can also be hard because you can never replace the lost one. Maybe fear of losing another might hold one back. However, the rewards another kitty can give, at least for me, far outweigh any fear of that for me.
I could tell you a story about my little Coreyb, for he too, was a very special kitty I will always remember.
Take care my friend, @chocolatescorpi! Have a good week ahead.💜😻
I'd love to hear a story about coreyb...
Hey @chocolatescorpi! Coreyb's mom was my next door neighbors kitty. She was a Manx (tail-less kitty) She had a litter of 4 kittens, and one day, they appeared all around and in the wheel wells of our pickup truck. We gathered all of them and brought them in. We knew who the mom was, but she was nowhere around. We took the kitties in; they were so hungry, they ate canned kitty food and immediately 'pooped' it right back out as kitty food; it ran through them that quickly! Eventually, the mom came back (she had been injured somehow and had left her kittens to us, it appeared) to 'visit' her kittens through the patio door, but never seemed to want them back, and of course by then, we were all smitten. Coreyb was one of the kittens, and he too was a Manx. The others had 3-4" stumps for tails. He was a beautiful smoke grey kitten. He immediately took to me and we became inseparable. He would follow me around the house as I did my daily rituals with housework or getting ready to go to work. He'd give me this look 'through the top of his eyes' and even my son would say that it was ridiculous. He looked like he was in love! On my off days, I would often sit in front of the wood stove with a book (I love to read) and he would sit on my lap the whole time. We were like two peas in a pod. He was around 7.5 years old when he started having health problems. His kidneys apparently were failing. The vet was unsure just why, but since we have worked closely with our vet in caring for our animals (ask me sometime about Mocha the goat) she hooked us up with ringers lactate for IV hydration and meds for him, hoping to start kick and or reverse what was happening to him. He tried so hard to live, and we fought so hard to help him, but unfortunately, he did succumb to the kidney disease and passed away quietly in our home. I was heartbroken, and to this day, it can still make me cry that he's gone. My kitties are part of the family; my children; my babies. That was January of 2012. In March of that year, I took a fall out in the pasture and tore my meniscus in my knee and put it into places it wasn't even supposed to go. So, surgery and 5 months later, I was on vacation and had been sitting out back on a porch swing missing my little Coreyb. I remember praying for another kitty to help dull the loss of my baby. I got up, went through the house and out to the front, and another mama cat had all of her kitties playing once again, around the pickup truck. She looked at me and took all but one with her when she left. I crawled on my knee, yes the one that was not healed all the way, under the truck to try to get my hands on this kitten. I finally did, but he was obviously sick and malnourished. I grabbed him and couldn't put him down to get the pet carrier, so I put him in a cardboard box and had to tape it shut and rushed to the vet. She told me that he had a serious upper respiratory infection and probably wouldn't live, but I told her we had to try. Cyle, is that sickly kitten who has grown up to a 20+ pound cat! If I could, I would take all of the abandoned and sick kitties and take care of them, but I don't have the space nor the funds for that. Anyway, that is the story of Coreyb and how Cyle helped ease the loss of him. Sorry for the long and drawn out reply. Have a good night!