Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Saying Goodbye to a Special Furry Friend ♥

Hello Everyone,


I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a few days. However, it's been a very rough couple of days for my family. Yesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. I had to say goodbye to my first and only pet kitty, Fluffy.



I got Fluffy when I was 7 years old. My dad and I drove an hour outside of our town to pick him up. There were 3 kittens left. The first one that my dad picked up bit his hand. That scared me, so I said I didn't want him. The second one he picked up just stayed calmly in his hands and looked around. It was then that I decided I wanted that little kitten, so we took him home. This kitten was Fluffy :) I was still nervous about holding him, so he was wandering around the car the whole way home, climbing up onto dad's shoulders and under my feet.

The next 15 years were filled with happy and silly memories. There were a couple of times where he managed to escape the house and hide in the woods behind it, but we always managed to find him. He was a sweet and serene kitty. Not very cuddly, but he loved to be close to you. He always slept at the end of my bed. He was my little man.


In March of 2009, we got our second pet, a puppy we named Jasper. It took a while, but they warmed up to each other enough. I think Jasper wondered why Fluffy wasn't as energetic and playful as he was; he was always trying to get Fluffy to play. Fluffy didn't seem to mind Jasper, he just minded his own business. 


In 2010 we moved to a new city. This move was tough for both Fluffy and Jasper, who both hate long car drives. I think it took more of a tole on Fluffy, who wasn't use to the car at all. He only ever was in it to go to the vet, whereas Jasper sometimes went for short drives.







In January of 2011, we discovered that Fluffy had developed Feline Diabetes. We were reassured that this was not due to his lifestyle (which I'll admit, he was spoiled rotten), but due to his age. I think that the addition of Jasper and then the move were stressful for him, and probably contributed to the downfall of his health. He was also 14 by this time, which the vet told us was a common age for kitties to get sick.


For the next year and half Fluffy lived a stricter life style. He had to stay close to his litter box and we had to restrict his diet to only 2 meals a day. He wasn't even allowed to have treats. I gave him his insulin needles twice a day: once in the morning and once in the evening.


This month, we finally had to say goodbye to him and let him rest for good. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. But I know it was the best for him, and that's what I had to remember. I have lots of good memories of him. He was the best, and I'll never forget his perfect little face <3


 




I don't know what I would do if I didn't have the other little fool, Jasper, to keep me sane.


I hope everyone else is having a good week, and I'll be back into the swing of things soon!



2 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry about Fluffy! :(

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  2. Ashlee, What a beautiful tribute to our little furry feline...he was a beautiful, tabby cat. I had apprehensions about him when he first came to live with us but, like all animals, they wear you down and you can't help but love them. I was nervous about having to give him his needles when you or Dad weren't around, but, new it had to be done for his health...and in time, it got easier and he didn't flinch once! Always waiting for his meal, fresh water or just company...he was a very special member of our family, having the honor of being our first pet. I know it's been really difficult for you these past few days, but deep down, I think you knew it was time...the right thing to do is never the easiest thing to do. And it wouldn't hurt so much if we didn't love him so much. We have lots of happy memories of him and we'll always cherish him and his time with us. Like Aunt Judy said, in time we will remember him with a smile on our face and not sadness in our heart. Love you, Mom xoxoxo

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