I have now made more changes to this blog style. I updated my header (do you like it?), took off the outdated and no longer necessary media kit, and changed the colors and some fonts. I am attempting to make this more me and less what I think people want to see. Being authentic is important to me. I guess I am trying to figure myself out a bit at the same time.
Some seasons of life seem really tough. No one ever tells you that having adult children is tough. It is. It can be. Having senior citizen furry family members is also really tough. We have had quite a number of furry family members.
At first, I let my kids have a goldfish. The first one died so soon after we got it that I thought I killed it. Yes, I cried. We had the burial at sea (toilet flush, so dignified). My husband comforted me by telling me it was just a feeder fish. A feeder fish? I had no idea what that even was.
Many fish and frogs later, we got a couple of cats. I had recently had a hysterectomy and was not able to have the number of kids I thought I wanted. I really needed something to take care of. I begged my husband. I kept him up all night begging him. He didn't know what to do with this childish wife he had married.
I took my children and we looked at a couple of cats that were on this website for kittens and cats. They were (still are) brother and sister. They came from a special situation but I couldn't just leave them. I took them home to start giving them love. By that time, they were already 6 months old so they were not tiny. We had to slowly introduce them to our home. First (of course, not knowing how badly cats typically hated baths) they had to have a bath. The sister cried and clawed a bit but wasn't so bad. The brother on the other hand clawed his way up my front, down my back, ran across the master bedroom and jumped up on the window, grabbing the temporary blinds. Note: This was a new house we had build and had moved into only three months prior. Anyway, his name instantly became Spike. The sister's name was changed from what the temp home was calling her to Elle.
Little did I know that I was going to get super sick from Late-Stage Lyme Disease and these two fluffy companions would become my closest friends. They were by my side all of the time and mostly because I was in bed a lot of the time.
To my relief, we finished the phase of fish, frogs, and other water creatures. Closing the book on that particular chapter was such a relief. It was such a relief. Did I say it was a relief?!
Then came Winter of 2008. A cat that was obviously used to living in a home (instead of some of the wild ones we have around here) was sitting on our porch. The weather was awful and she needed some place to stay so I made a bed for her in the garage while we put the word out to try to find her owner. We had no luck finding her owner. Spring came and we found out she was pregnant. May 2008 she gave birth to a litter. I can't remember how many there were. Maybe 6 kittens. One of those kittens was huge and white and orange. We would later name him Orangey.
We thought after finding homes for those kittens that we would find a home for Kitty (the name we gave the mommy). Well, evidently, cats can be pregnant with multiple litters, one after another. Another litter came in June. This time the biggest cat was also orange and white, but had longer fur. There were around 4 kittens with that litter.
We found homes for most of the cats but the orange and white one from the first litter and the orange and white one from the second litter. Finally, we found a home for the longer hair one of those two brothers. His new owners called him Tiger and we called our orange and white cat Orangey. Tiger was over at our house with Orangey often. Our neighbor that took him didn't treat him well. So, he just wound up coming home to us and staying here. That was good for Orangey because he needed a friend.
Well, the weather started to get bad and another cat was sitting on our porch. She was older and so sweet. We tried to find the owner to no avail. So, she wound up becoming Tiger's best friend. They would lay on the porch snuggled together and were like husband and wife. One passed on and the other not long after. Those were some sad days.
We still have Orangey, Spike and Elle. Orangey is now 14 and is having a hard time using his back legs. I am having to help him get around while we try to get him into the doctor. I feel like his time is about to pass on. I have already been experiencing anticipatory grieving. Severe grieving. He has lost a ton of weight and his fur doesn't look healthy.
Spike and Elle are both 16 years old and don't go outside like Orangey does. They stay in the basement at night and Orangey typically goes out in the garage at night (he has a cat door).
I feel like the days of furry family members is nearing an end. It is really causing me grief. They have been here by my side when my family was off doing stuff and I was home sick. That has happened a lot...a lot! They have been here when my children were at school all day and my husband was at work all day. So, you can see why this might affect me so terribly.
After these babies pass on, we will not be getting any other pets. It hurts too much when they pass on. I don't think I can take anymore heartache from pets passing.
Well, I know this is a downer of a post, but I am going to leave this. In my life, furry family members have always been there for comfort and have always been loyal. They have been needed. I have loved them deeply. I hope to see them again one day very far into the future. However, we all know that their life span is significantly shorter than the typical human life span. Having these creatures as part of the family has given my children responsibilities and learning experiences they would not have otherwise had. They have been an integral part of my life, having chronic illness and being otherwise alone a lot. They will all be missed terribly. For now, this stage is the hardest but I cherish every moment with them.