In Memory...
I kept meaning to mention this, but it keep slipping my mind over and over again... remember how a few weeks back, I mentioned mom and Jim had given Jasper (the "tuxedo" cat as I like to call him) to my stepbrother and his family and they were also looking for a home for Callie, our calico cat?
Shortly after Jasper went to live with Andy and them, they decided to go ahead and keep Callie, as she wasn't the one who was constantly getting into things. Although they did keep her in the basement a lot, she was still at the house, and they let her out here and there.
Well, I went over to the house this afternoon to do my laundry and, later in the evening, watch a movie. Mom and I were talking and she said, "Do you noticed something?" and then she cocked her head towards the basement door, which was wide open. I didn't know what she was talking about at first, finally she said, "No kitty."
And I'm thinking, "What, they decided to give her to someone else after all?"
She said what happened is early in the morning they heard Callie yowling loudly and they went down and she was laying on the floor right by the drain in the basement. She was all wet from the water pouring on her and apparently couldn't stand up. So, they got the hair dryer and were drying her off and made some calls. They found a vet that was open, so they took her over there. Vet said he wasn't sure what was wrong with her, possibly a liver problem or feline leukemia, or some other ailment. They said she was barely alive, and that they could try (with no guarantee) to stabilize her (which require a IV, and her staying at the Vet's office several and other things.)
So, they decided to end her suffering and let the Vet euthanize her.
What's weird is mom was getting pretty chocked up when she was telling about this... almost crying. Mom's not a heartless person, but she is very reluctant to show extreme sadness around other people, so that rather.. dunno, disturbing I guess.
Anyway, that's kind of sad... Callie was a good cat, you know? My experience with my first two cats where that they weren't the most affectionate of creatures and never came around to be petted or anything. But Callie really liked attention, so much so sometimes she's keep right on meowing for it even when you were busy petting her. I remember when she used to jump on my bed while I was trying to sleep and she's meow right in my ear. Or, trying to get to quit down without having to constantly pet her, I put her under the covers with my arm around her, thinking that'd be enough to pacify her and cause her to go to sleep. She then promptly start licking my arm with her sandpaper-like tongue.
Even though I didn't get to see her much for awhile there because they were kept in the basement most of them, I'm going to miss her, she was a terrific cat.
Callie 1999-2008
Shortly after Jasper went to live with Andy and them, they decided to go ahead and keep Callie, as she wasn't the one who was constantly getting into things. Although they did keep her in the basement a lot, she was still at the house, and they let her out here and there.
Well, I went over to the house this afternoon to do my laundry and, later in the evening, watch a movie. Mom and I were talking and she said, "Do you noticed something?" and then she cocked her head towards the basement door, which was wide open. I didn't know what she was talking about at first, finally she said, "No kitty."
And I'm thinking, "What, they decided to give her to someone else after all?"
She said what happened is early in the morning they heard Callie yowling loudly and they went down and she was laying on the floor right by the drain in the basement. She was all wet from the water pouring on her and apparently couldn't stand up. So, they got the hair dryer and were drying her off and made some calls. They found a vet that was open, so they took her over there. Vet said he wasn't sure what was wrong with her, possibly a liver problem or feline leukemia, or some other ailment. They said she was barely alive, and that they could try (with no guarantee) to stabilize her (which require a IV, and her staying at the Vet's office several and other things.)
So, they decided to end her suffering and let the Vet euthanize her.
What's weird is mom was getting pretty chocked up when she was telling about this... almost crying. Mom's not a heartless person, but she is very reluctant to show extreme sadness around other people, so that rather.. dunno, disturbing I guess.
Anyway, that's kind of sad... Callie was a good cat, you know? My experience with my first two cats where that they weren't the most affectionate of creatures and never came around to be petted or anything. But Callie really liked attention, so much so sometimes she's keep right on meowing for it even when you were busy petting her. I remember when she used to jump on my bed while I was trying to sleep and she's meow right in my ear. Or, trying to get to quit down without having to constantly pet her, I put her under the covers with my arm around her, thinking that'd be enough to pacify her and cause her to go to sleep. She then promptly start licking my arm with her sandpaper-like tongue.
Even though I didn't get to see her much for awhile there because they were kept in the basement most of them, I'm going to miss her, she was a terrific cat.
Callie 1999-2008