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Last Friday we lost our beloved black and white cat "Kitty". We got him from the local shelter about 11 years ago. He was 3 years old and someone had left him there. He was the mother of the cats. When we got a kitten he took it upon himself to clean it and teach it how to beg for breakfast so he could lay up by the window. The kitten would stand at the door of the kitchen and look as if to say "now what was it I am supposed to do again??" That kitten died after 6 months, I had found it dumped in the bushes at work and brought it home never thinking it may have been sick,

But Kitty was a sweetheart. Right up to the end. All of a sudden he stopped eating and drinking. The vet said she couldn't find anything wrong, the blood tests later indicated his kidneys went bad. Each day we hoped for a miracle. He was getting weaker. On day four when he couldn't stand anymore we made the most heartbreaking decision. He was only about 14 years old, he battled diabetes last year and won. Even at the end he managed a weak meow and lifted his tail. When I come home from work and park in the back, his spot at the window is empty now. He used to sit out there and make noises at the squirrels like hey bud if I were outside you wouldn've been dinner! He used to watch outside and I called it Kitty-TV. But I know he is playing with Buddy, our beloved cock-a-poo who suddenly died not 3 months earlier. And some day the tears will ease.

Two weeks before Kitty died we went to a local event the shelter was having and looked for a dog. The house despite the zoo we currently have is so empty without Buddy. The neighbors even miss him as he was Mr Personality around the house.
A few weeks earlier sweet little Daisy had a Petmeds blog post about adopting the less likely to be adopted pets. A woman was holding this buff colored cat. She said he was 8-10 years old. He had been picked up as a stray in July and had a tooth or two removed due to it being bad. That left a goofy looking face. The other people were looking at the cage of cute little kittens. This cat though was sucking up big time. We left to discuss it and went back to say ok he's coming home. We brought him home later that day after driving out to the shelter to do the paperwork. This little guy must not have any vocal cords left cos his meow is barely a soft squeak. He came home, laid on the bed and took a nap. The other cats hissed and he was just like yeah, whatever. He had no problem with the dogs-a lab and a rat terrier. The cool thing is, he listens and follows you just like a dog would. Kind of like a two-for-one deal. Buy a cat, get a dog free.

I haven't been around the blog world lately. My arthritis has been bad due to a shortage of the one med now not around til January. The doc office has a small supply so got it from them but not before missing a few doses and now being in pain. Work has been ok. Not great but God sent me a friend some months ago to take some of the sting away and for that I am grateful.