RIP Satin: Jan. or Feb. 1990 -- Jan. 1, 2009
When stevemb & I got home after spending New Year's Eve with friends, we discovered that Satin (in icon) had had a stroke. She was unresponsive, with back arched and paws moving randomly.
We took her to an emergency veterinary clinic where the vet on duty confirmed my suspicion that there was nothing to be done except let her go. Steve & I held her as she was euthanized.
Satin was the last survivor of the 3 cats my late husband Pat & I had. (Some of you reading this will remember Pyanfar & Kami.) We adopted her in February 1991 from someone who rescued her from the streets of Baltimore but was unable to keep her. We thought she was 3 or 4 months old until the vet we took her to said, "See those teeth? She's 10 to 12 months old." Malnutrition probably accounted for that as well as the sad fact that she was a cat of very tiny brain, though built on a Siamese chassis and possessing the classic Siamese voice. The Siamese genes also prevented her from being deaf despite having one blue eye and one yellow eye. (She got her name because we thought at first she also had the Siamese single coat. It turned out malnutrition was responsible for that, too -- she really should have been named Velvet or Plush.)
But oh, she had a tremendous purr and a loving heart.
In a way, it was Satin who got Steve & me together. A few years ago, I needed to move with very little notice & ended up in a situation where having both my cats would not be feasible. I had to keep Kami with me to ensure he got proper care for some ongoing medical issues, so I tried to find someone who could look after Satin temporarily.
My longtime friend Steve agreed to take her in. Of course, I had to come visit every few days, which meant Steve & I spent significant time alone together for the first time. We've been married 18 months.
Goodbye and thank you, little girl. Go sit in Pat's lap & give him & Py & Kami my love. We'll miss you.
We took her to an emergency veterinary clinic where the vet on duty confirmed my suspicion that there was nothing to be done except let her go. Steve & I held her as she was euthanized.
Satin was the last survivor of the 3 cats my late husband Pat & I had. (Some of you reading this will remember Pyanfar & Kami.) We adopted her in February 1991 from someone who rescued her from the streets of Baltimore but was unable to keep her. We thought she was 3 or 4 months old until the vet we took her to said, "See those teeth? She's 10 to 12 months old." Malnutrition probably accounted for that as well as the sad fact that she was a cat of very tiny brain, though built on a Siamese chassis and possessing the classic Siamese voice. The Siamese genes also prevented her from being deaf despite having one blue eye and one yellow eye. (She got her name because we thought at first she also had the Siamese single coat. It turned out malnutrition was responsible for that, too -- she really should have been named Velvet or Plush.)
But oh, she had a tremendous purr and a loving heart.
In a way, it was Satin who got Steve & me together. A few years ago, I needed to move with very little notice & ended up in a situation where having both my cats would not be feasible. I had to keep Kami with me to ensure he got proper care for some ongoing medical issues, so I tried to find someone who could look after Satin temporarily.
My longtime friend Steve agreed to take her in. Of course, I had to come visit every few days, which meant Steve & I spent significant time alone together for the first time. We've been married 18 months.
Goodbye and thank you, little girl. Go sit in Pat's lap & give him & Py & Kami my love. We'll miss you.