It sounds really heartless, but for the last couple of days all that's been going through my mind - when I haven't been thinking about Symmie - is how I can go about preparing my flat for the arrival of new kittens. Obviously that won't actually happen for several months, but there suddenly seems so much to think about ( Read more... )

Even though I knew the end was coming, it somehow didn't seem real till I phoned the PDSA this morning and they told me there absolutely was no chance Symba could recover. So I arranged to go in that afternoon to say goodbye to him properly ( Read more... )

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It's been an absolutely horrible day ( Read more... )

So, got Sym down to the PDSA's PetAid hospital down the docks this evening. I knew it was going to be bad when it wasn't any real struggle to haul the cat carrier around on multiple buses, then under the railway bridge to the hospital. It's scary how much weight the little fuzzball has lost, considering a couple of years ago they wrote in his notes ( Read more... )

I seriously had my doubts Symba would still be with us when I got up this morning ( Read more... )

Sym's really not himself lately... *sigh* Over the weekend he started whining mournfully when presented with his bowl of IAMs and, when he deigned to eat some in my presence, continued to grumble as he ate. So I thought maybe he's gone off it, or it's hurting his jaws or something. I did try adding some water to it once or twice, as the packet says ( Read more... )

I just had to evict a very pretty, but unfortunately very scared young cat out of my flat.

It was a tuxedo, very much like alryssa's Vicky and Zinda, and it quitely padded in and curled into the corner of my TV bench, alongside the patio door. I just sat and watched, as I wanted to see how Symba would react to another cat in the place - particularly a ( Read more... )

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