Mira was all excited on her visit to the vet here. The first time she went, she was only 1 month old and I brought her in using my handbag.. Now she’s all grown up and ready to explore.
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Today at exactly 3pm, our furkid Aggie crossed the rainbow bridge.
Aggie was diagnosed with kidney failure a week earlier and upon the diagnosis have been treated at the vet with IV drips and immediately placed on renal diet. On 16th August, the vet was satisfied that she was doing much better and armed with her meds and more renal food, Aggie was allowed home with an appointment to see the vet on 22nd August.
Once home though, Aggie didn’t want to eat her renal food. She wanted her normal food and it became a challenge to coax her to eat and drink. She would follow me around asking for food and each time I feed her the renal food, she will eat a bit and just walk away. She I had to force feed her each time especially since she still got to take her meds after food.
On Sunday, 17th August, she ate her food herself. I was relieved. She slept most of the day.
At 2am in the morning, I fed her and had a few hours of quiet time when I changed her bandages (she had sores on her feet that the vet had attended to and needed bandage change daily). I spoke softly to her telling her how much I love her and that she will survive this and be strong but she need to eat and take her meds. She purred and it seems she was listening. I placed her in her cage after that (she was kept in a cage at night because of the sores and because she was peeing all over the house – kidney patient cats do that).
Around 7am I woke up and check up on her and saw that she was sleeping, I stroked her head and I went back to bed. I awoke again at 2pm to feed Aggie once again and to give her meds. I saw that was lying down and that she was salivating badly. She was also having a had time breathing and so Azwaj suggested holding her head up so she can breath. We were in a dilemma at to what to do then. We could bring her to the vet and have the vet do all sorts of things to her or we could let her go.
Me and Azwaj took turns holding her. There were times when it sounded like she stopped breathing but then she gasp for air again. I was changing into fresh clothing (Aggie peed on me) when Azwaj called me and asked me to hold her. The end was near. We could see it and we could feel it. I took her into my arms, spoke to her to let go of the pain and just run free to the other side. It looked then like she looked at me and said her goodbye. She took one last long breath and then she was gone.
I sob, uncontrolled sobbing as she was our baby. We went through her skin eczema, her food allergies and her two eye surgeries and she had always been strong and her spirits high. But this time she was defeated. She was no longer young and she was done fighting. In a way we were glad that she didn’t suffer as long as her sister Anja, who also suffered from kidney failure.
Azwaj buried her alongside Nina, who we lost in July. Aggie was 13 years old.
One month ago, Azwaj found four bundle of kittens joy on his way to the shop downstairs. Unfortunately three of them passed on one after another that same week which caused both A and me such grief and that left me with puffy eyes for almost a week
One of them, we named her Baby Mir (short for Miracle) survived through a bad eye infection and an abscess that burst under her right ear and is now thriving at 200grams. She is a very well behaved boy and is not fussy at all unless she is hungry (we all do right?.. lol).
Baby Mir is growing up so fast and we are enjoying each stage of her growth. From a dormant little thing, she is now walking albeit shakingly (we can’t help but laugh at him) and letting us know what she likes and what she doesn’t like. She loves sleeping under the blanket with daddy, listening to daddy playing the guitar and watching the mouse move as daddy checked out guitar centre, and she loves snuggling with me after a full bottle feed. Ahh such joy.
Here’s a picture of Baby Mir with the bottle (thanks GP!)
and here’s one from today just after she woke up from her very long sleep.
Nina wasn’t looking well the week before and after a visit to the clinic, the vet told us that she may not be eating well because of her teeth. The thing is Doc Sharon can’t do anything to her without doing a blood test to make sure she will be able to handle being put under. She gave Nina some antibiotics and told us to monitor her changes. She also suggested we switch her to wet soft food.
We did as the vet suggested and Nina looked to be responsive. Whenever I put the bowl of food in front of her, she will respond, licked a few pieces but then stopped eating. So I had to force fed her which was not easy as she would push my hand away. The next best thing that I could do was to mash the food with water, put it in a syringe and give it to her that way. It was ok for the next few days but then she refused to even feed that way anymore and she would clamp her mouth shut and spurt our whatever I fed her.
She got worse on 3rd July refusing to even drink the water I syringed her with. By that time we sort of knew the end was end. We put a pretty romp on her to keep her warm and made her as comfortable as we possibly can. Azwaj would lie with her and the other kitties would come and keep them company.
However, Nina is pretty stubborn and strong. She would just lie for a bit and then she would move away preferring to be alone. So we placed her in the kitty room (with door opened) as she looked to be more comfy there. We kept checking on her making sure she was ok.
Nina passed away peacefully on 4th July at around 8am. Our baby turned 14 years old on 21st May.
When we adopted Tia in February, we told ourselves, that was it. That makes ten furkids and we thought that is about the right number for the kitty room. Little did we know that come June and just a week after Tia was spayed, these four bundle of joys would come into our lives.
The story is much the same way as how we got Awal. Azwaj was leaving for the downstairs shop when he called me to the corridor and said he heard newborn kittens meowing. I didn’t hear anything and just dismissed it as the jungle sounds and close the door when he left. Not a few minutes later, he came back and told me that there were indeed four tiny lives in the gate area of an empty apartment near the lift and there was no mommy cat in sight. If we were to leave the babies, they would probably die from the cold or be eaten by other male cats for sure. I immediately got the torchlight and asked A to get some fresh milk from the shop downstairs.
The rest as they say is history.
And.. here they are. three white and one orange/brown little bundle of joys. They don’t have any names yet coz we’re not sure of their gender. But seriously though we can’t think of any names at all right now. Any suggestions?
Aren’t they simply precious? My heart is overflowing with love for them despite their feeding every 3hours and peeing all over me causing me shower at 3am in the morning.. lol..