Amanda, one of our cats, passed away on Saturday.
This is Amanda
We found out that her kidney’s were going bad about Thanksgiving of last year. We were told that she wasn’t and wouldn’t be in any pain but there wasn’t really anything that could be done except take her home and. So we adjusted her diet and dealt with it as best as we could. She couldn’t be operated on, even if we could afford it, because she was a feline leukemia carrier. She seemed to return to her ornery loving self and was acting fairly normal until about a month ago. She slowed up some and then last Tuesday she went off her feed and we started feeding her with a syringe and on Thursday she quit drinking water so we were giving her sub-Q ringers still hoping that she would pull out of it. She finally got so weak that she couldn’t eat and at 5:00 PM on Saturday Aug. 11,2012, she went to be with her daddy, and her brothers and sisters.
(Ok, I’ve got to pause a minute. I have the closing program of the Olympics on and they just did ‘Imagine’ with all those kids signing the song while Paul McCartney sang. Beautiful. Then the sculpture of his head at the end. Very, very touching. ‘Imagine’ was my brother’s (Mark) favorite song. He died in a house fire when he went back into the house the house to save his cats. He got most of them out but was found next to the bed and 2 kittens were under him. They were not alive either. That was in the fall of 1989, he was 30yrs. old. It didn’t surprise me that he went back to get the kittens. Well, enough of that. This is supposed to be about Amanda. But it’s my blog so I guess I can do what I want. :)
Some of the pictures are a little fuzzy and some are before digital cameras. And these are the only ones that are scanned into the computer.
Here are Amanda’s Dad, Mom and brothers and sisters.
Tuffy was her Poppa. He was feral cat that hung around our house along with his mom and siblings. We named him Tuffy because when he was less than a year old he got caught in the fan blade of my car when I started it up one hot summer day in 1995. I heard a strange noise when I started it up so I shut it off to check things out. I didn’t see anything wrong with the engine but I saw some blood and fur on the fan belt and blade and saw a trail of blood going under my other car. I grabbed him and his right front leg was just dangling and bleeding. I grabbed a towel off the clothesline and wrapped it around it next to his body and put pressure to slow or stop the bleeding. Then went into the house, got Becky(wife) and tried to find a veterinarian that was open. It was Thursday and many were closed on Thursday afternoon. Like many businesses in the small town where we lived. We ended back at our house calling around until we found one that was open. When we got to the vet, by this time it had been about an hour since the accident, he checked him out and said the leg would have to come off. That was when he became a house cat and got his name. Eventually siblings came in also but ‘Momma Kitty’ wouldn’t let us get close to her. She did continue to hang around though. We found good homes for his siblings and he lived until 2007. For only having three legs he didn’t let anything stop him or slow him down. That guy could jump from the floor to the top the kitchen cabinets and barely scratch them. About 7ft. off the floor. He also groomed himself as good and better than the other cats that had both front legs. He was such a guy.
Punkin’ showed up as a little kitten in the winter of 1999 right after we moved to the house we had bought in July of the same year. She was probably about 4 months old. We didn’t get her spayed quick enough and by late June we had five more additions to the household. THE TERRORS!!!
The last pic was taken about 3 weeks ago. They’re sleeping in my wheelchair. Momma has outlived all her babies.
This was taken on Aug. 5, 2012. My wife took this while I was asleep. That’s the lump that Amanda is sleeping next to and Snuggles is sitting on my hip. This is 2 days before she stopped eating. She was a sweetheart. She liked to sleep on one of my shinbones. Sometimes one, sometimes draped over both of them. She was a good girl.
She was our Amanda Kitty, my Amanda Girl.
Well… I guess I’m done…and all cried out.
If you’ve made it this far, Thank You for reading my ramblings.
I’ll get back to my regular stuff later today.