Make new friends.. but keep the old.. one is Silver and the other Gold..
This song has been rattling around in my head for a bit now.. Figured it would make a good blog title :)
Esmay, my dear sweet Esmay is failing. She went to the vet and had her ear cleaned and I was told to reduce her antibiotic to once a day which I did, but I was much more conscious of her lack of eating after realizing how much weight she had lost. Well she was not eating well at all, so I started force feeding her. I hated to do it because it obviously annoyed her, but I could not let her continue to watch her not eat.. Especially with the complete lack of stool in the litter box :(
I even started giving her fluids hoping it would help.
After the second day of force feeding she didn't eat anything additional at all. I wrote to the shelter to let them know and they decided to bring her back to the vet. I packed her up on Thursday and brought her in, giving her another dose of antibiotic and force fed her a little more than half of the remaining third of the can that I had been feeding her. She got upset much faster than she had been at home.. it totally broke my heart.
The staff member actually asked me if I thought she was worth saving. That hurt. It is a hard hard place to be in, caring for an elderly kitty with a myriad of health issues, starting with the urinary issues, the low blood sugar, then the hematoma, the ear discharge, now the not eating and the swallowing hard.. at 15, how much longer does she reasonably have? But she's so quirky and loving and loves a belly rub and still expects her humans to come to her to pat her.. how on earth could I possibly say no. Although part of me has been an absolute mess fearing that she is dealing with something more complicated than a polyp or ear infection.. She displayed a lot of the symptoms that Em did when she had cancer... which of course means that I was an emotional wreck all week anyway..
While I was setting her up in the shelter, I was called to by a young kitty who was very vocal. She would not be ignored, and so once I had Esmay settled I went and said hello. She was very active and looked like she was very people orientated, but her intake card said they couldn't vaccinate her, so I wasn't about to open the cage.. I looked in some of the other cages, and noticed a large number of kitties all with the same location - meaning they came from the same town. Could have been a co-incidence, or it could have been a surrender from an over crowding situation.. no idea really and I didn't ask.. I did however see five little balls of fluff that were just killing me dead with their adorableness..
Can you not understand why I had to have them? I asked after them and they weren't tested so I couldn't take them, but I put my name on them and went home.
I got a call on Friday saying they were negative and I could get them any time. When I stopped in I was told I could only take three of them because the shelter manager was going to take two. I was a little bothered by this because there was no notation of that when I put my name on them, so I assumed (and it is only an assumption) that she decided to take them after I expressed interest. I expressed my unhappiness at it and I was told to take it up with her. I was going to, and then I wasn't, and then I was, and then I wasn't... but darn it she took the two fluffies, which I had been really wanting to have for a while, so I finally did. Turns out the manager's young daughter had put an order in for kittens, and I felt quite like a heal for "taking them away' from her, but when the guilt gets to me too much I remember that the manager is there every day and can get her pick of the next set that comes in.. I am rarely there and might not have gotten kittens for a while.. yup, I'm justifying. Go ahead, call me a heal.
But really, can you blame me?
They are about seven weeks.. I was trying to decide if I thought they were 6 or 7, and the paperwork says 7. No idea if whomever turned them in knows for sure or not.. Two girls - Smokey the gray tiger and Miss Priss the dilute brown patched tabby according to the paperwork.. dilute torbie to me - and three boys - Tigger DSH orange, Bashful DLH orange, and Buffy DSH buff/cream. Yup, such original names.. :) I so don't see me using them. They are robust, round active adorable little balls of fluff. They are currently a little easily freaked out, but I don't see that lasting very long. I also don't see them hanging out very long either :( They'll probably make weight by the end of the week..
Although I do want to say that "Buffy" is quite an artist. Twice he has made me casts of his foot print.. it has been very adorable (aka he pees in the scoopable litter then steps right in it)
I feel bad that the room is such a mess. Esmay would totally freak when I would sweep up debris, so I tended not to do that while she was with me, and I couldn't face the room with out her there. So that is on the agenda.. I don't want to change it too much because I want Esmay to feel comfortable if she comes back, so the kittens are in the cage