Somehow I couldn't bring myself to post here after I lost my kitty in early May. I think partly because it was hard to re-live that day, and partly because somehow posting here would make it more real. Time does heal, but it still hurts to think of that day.
We adopted Fluffy, aka the Bucket, the summer we got married. She was this itty bitty flea infested, starving kitten, but oh, so soft and cute! We still laugh about how she tried to eat the whole bowl of cat food, and I have pics of her hanging out in Mark's shoe. We bathed her, and then Mark wrapped her up in the electric blanket (yeah, we had one in those days...lol). Fluffy had quite the reputation, and most of our family and friends were truly scared of her. She was our guard "dog", and would sit and just watch people. She would hiss and attempt to bite most people who tried to get friendly with her. I often would lock her away from company. It was hard for some to believe that she was usually loving and a cuddly with us.
When I have more time, I'll post some of the funny stories about her. Fortunately, she didn't suffer long in the end. The vet is pretty sure she had a large mass on her brain. She was loved and cuddled and safe with us in the end. And she was obviously very ill. The vet at the hospital where we'd taken her for further evaluation wrote us a very sweet card and said what a sweet kitty she was! I laughed a little and showed Mark when I read that. Fluffy sweet at the vet? Normally she took Zanax before her trips to the vet. Nope, I'm not kidding. Her vet wrote the Rx. LOL. We got a lovely, hand painted clay paw print memento afterward as well, and then the tears fell again. I will eventually take some pictures to share.
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