Buddy and
Samson
The newest members of our household. We had always intended to
get a pet once we'd moved, but feeling sad about Mollie spurred us on
to go and look around a shelter. We went to Katie's Place In Maple Ridge and these two somehow ended up coming home with us...
Both are FIV+, the feline equivalent of HIV, but as long as they are
not exposed to any infections there's no reason why they shouldn't have
a good few years of love and droolery in them. Buddy is very laid
back; Samson is an absolute nutbar with a few 'behavioural issues' but
they seem to be settling in very well after the initial trauma of the
car journey here (I had forgotten how that so-charming blend of smells,
cat piss, poo and sick, can affect one in an enclosed space - not great
for the cat either, of course).
Things are a bit fraught at the moment, what with moving, looming
wedding and trip home, change of season threatening colds for both of
us and a new deadline for Will at work that now falls on the day of the
wedding, but having a couple of furmeisters around certainly helps.
After a lot of heartsearching, when we moved to Vancouver last year we
decided to leave my cat with my mother rather than transport her in a
crate in a plane. This was partly because of her age (13) and
partly because of her astounding medical status - epileptic, 3-legged
following bone cancer some years ago, she also had a heart murmur and
had recently had surgery to remove hairballs from her stomach.
She was well and happy for a year but her kidneys began to fail and
today she had to be euthanised. It was a peaceful end for a cat
whose life nearly ended before it had properly begun - I found her as a
tiny kitten in the middle of a busy road in Tewkesbury - but I'm still
sad. She was with me through innumerable moves and upheavals and
knowing she's not there any more makes home seem that much less
tangible. Mollie, Meninges, Small, Tripod:
