Re: [feline-heart] Life after Feline Heart Disease
Your message brought tears to my eyes. Knowing about all these diseases reminds me to treasure every moment with my kitties and not to take anything for granted.
Warner Robins, GA
From: J. J.
Sent: Friday, November 02, 2001 3:51 PM
Losing Wendy and Ollie was the most gut-wrenching thing I've ever been
through. I also lost my stepfather right in the middle of all that, and
even that wasn't as bad. But now we have two young, healthy cats and I'm
grateful for them, even though I know part of this pact is that I will have
to deal with it again one day.
Many of you are facing the prospect of losing your beloved furry children in
the foreseeable future. I wanted to post to let you know that it DOES get
better. It does. You never forget -- we were in Jamaica last week, and
right in the middle of paradise I started thinking about Ollie and got
weepy. But day-to-day life gets better, and loving a new generation is the
best possible tribute.
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- Hi, Jill! Good to hear from you.
Loving a new generation of pets sure goes a long way toward
filling the gap in your heart. We adopted Chico, a young rescue
cat, back in August. We're volunteering with the rescue to get
some of his relatives adopted now.
I wanted a cat who'd remind me of Pongo in some ways without
being a carbon copy, and Chico fits the bill. He's sweet, lanky
and vocal, an orange tabby who's part Siamese. He's smaller
than Pongo -- I doubt you'd see a cat bigger than Pongo outside
a wildlife preserve -- but in some ways he's like Pongo's kid.
Also, I was single when I adopted Phoebe and Pongo, and the
Pong sort of imprinted on me from Day One. This time we
wanted a cat who would bond with my husband, too. I could
never duplicate the relationship we had, but I don't have to.
We were lucky to have Pongo for so long, and he was lucky to
have been loved and cared for the way he was. Both he and
Phoebe enjoyed attention and good care from the time they
could leave their mom. Chico wasn't as lucky as they were, since
he'd been neglected as a kitten. He was owned by a little old lady
who collected dozens of cats and couldn't provide for them, and
didn't neuter or spay them. He's a robust little guy now, healthy
as an ox. He's had some trouble with his teeth and gums, but
after tending to a cat with Cardiomyopathy, a little dental
treatment is like a walk in the park.
Pongo lives on in our memories, and the stories we tell about
him, and the pictures. It's not the same as having him here to
pet, hold and be annoyed by, but we still have his sister to
remind us how beautiful he was, and we have the new guy to
start making his own stories.
--Melinda, Jim, Phoebe, Chico, Pongo(RB)