Mar 18, 2009 14:35
I have a Kitty. Her name is Ophelia. I call her Ophie. Her full name is Princess CopOpheliaPussy....cat. But I don't tell anyone that, mostly because it's offensive. heehee
My last cat, Homie the Cat (He don't play dat!), was 20 years old when he died. He lived with me in Ohio, moved with me to Austin, Texas, lived in a hotel with me, lived through all the random apartments and roommates I had, rode in a moving truck up to Illinois with me, and died after living with me here for a little while. He's buried in my back yard in the spot he always used to lay in. I think he was a happy cat who had an amazing long and eventful life. He just got too old.
Ophie was already older when I got her from the no-kill shelter here. She had Rhinotracheitis, which makes her sneeze all the time, and one cataract (I know. A CAT with a CATaract. How quaint.) that she was born with that made her blind in one eye. And nobody wanted her. She's a big, giant, fluffy thing, chubby with really short legs for a cat. She can barely jump up on anything. Hence the name Ophelia. (See: Shakespeare, tragic character.)
She's about 13 years old now and she has kidney problems. Ugh. I love pets, but when they get old they get expensive and I can't let them go so I spend money and do things like I'm doing right now:
I have to give her a treatment three times a month where I hook her up to an I.V. bag. They say this should extend her life for about 3 more years or so. You know I'm going to do it. Because I'm a complete sappy softy lover of animals. I just went to the vets office and learned how to do it today. It wasn't too bad. I'm going to hate poking her with a needle, but we'll get used to it.
God I sound gay. Or possibly like I'm an old woman caught in a young man's body. Somebody shoot me. But just graze my arm or something. I don't want to die. hahaha