Olive & Paula
Member Since 2015
February 10, 2018. Olive (then her name was Love) started her road trip to me. She had a theme song (title), thank you @Chris & China (GA). I learned to like it.
It was an anxious day for me. Up super early with phone glued to me tracking the progress. You see, she was coming from Canada, blizzard for NY in the forecast with winter conditions in PA by the time she arrives. She crossed the border without issues and became U.S. Citizen @ 8:36 am. @Ella & Rusty & Stu(GA) & @Linda and Bear Man then picked her up and got her through upstate NY to Sarah in Pottersville and drive her to Albany to Kat who drove to Kingston to Cindy and then to me. Through all that I'm the one who missed my exit for home and adds an extra 30 minutes to her trip.
She picked out the recliner for her favorite spot. She had extremely loud breathing, could be heard in other rooms and over the TV. When the caber kicked in, it stopped. And I found myself saying "where's Ollie, I can't hear her". Took a long time to get use to her being silent. Then her walk, testing every step to make sure the floor was safe and not cave in. She became confident in jumping. Found her on the bed twice, but she preferred her chair. She would give husband "the look" if he was in her chair. As soon as he moved his legs over, she was up there laying next to him. Months went by before she started playing. It wasn't much just a few minutes here and there of chasing a shoelace or flipping a toy, but she was playing. Her purr was heaven to hear. You look at her and she would start. She was a super loud purrer. Say her name and she would start. I missed that purr in her last few days. She was a foodie, loved to eat. Took no training to use the chip feeder or auto feeder. She saw food and went right in for it. She remained a great traveler. Took her to visit my dad in the facility. The staff and residents did double takes when the saw her walking on a leash. And she would walk down the middle of the hall as confident as can be. The few times I had to take her because glucoses were to low, she just climbed in disposable litter box and went to sleep. She loved her playpen. Got that for the time we stayed in motel, as soon as I opened it up, she walked in and claimed it as hers. When PJ or Tux tried to check it out, she set them straight, they could look but not go in. It took over a year for her to allow full body brushing. Once she did, again the purr would start and she would stretch out. I swear there was enough fur to get another cat out of her. She loved laying belly up. She had the cutest club feet where she kept the toes curled when sleeping. I loved touching her toes when she had them that way all curled in under her turned up chin. And her tail that magnificent floofy tail just asked to be stroked. She had many issues during her time. And for most of it, she never gave me a hard time when it came to meds. The abdominal mass became to much for her to be comfortable and happy any longer. All her cute quirkey personality traits disappeared and she didn't have the energy to even step out of her litter box anymore. She was ready to be free.
Thank you all, FDMB for being along on our journey. Through the good and bad. The ups and downs. For the tips, advice, knowledge, (even the dancing pickles), the rants, milestones, breakthroughs. You have been there for/with us every step of the way.
@Wendy&Neko I don't know what to say to you. Thank you doesn't seem to cover it. Your knowledge, insight into acro far exceeds what primary vets know. Ollie and I appreciate all your advice. Ollie was better because of you.
Ollie wishes to donate her collection of things. Give mom time to get it together and post. She (in Ollie's name) and with her dad's bequest (in Smokey's name) will have a fundraiser for DCIN, hopefully soon.
It was an anxious day for me. Up super early with phone glued to me tracking the progress. You see, she was coming from Canada, blizzard for NY in the forecast with winter conditions in PA by the time she arrives. She crossed the border without issues and became U.S. Citizen @ 8:36 am. @Ella & Rusty & Stu(GA) & @Linda and Bear Man then picked her up and got her through upstate NY to Sarah in Pottersville and drive her to Albany to Kat who drove to Kingston to Cindy and then to me. Through all that I'm the one who missed my exit for home and adds an extra 30 minutes to her trip.
She picked out the recliner for her favorite spot. She had extremely loud breathing, could be heard in other rooms and over the TV. When the caber kicked in, it stopped. And I found myself saying "where's Ollie, I can't hear her". Took a long time to get use to her being silent. Then her walk, testing every step to make sure the floor was safe and not cave in. She became confident in jumping. Found her on the bed twice, but she preferred her chair. She would give husband "the look" if he was in her chair. As soon as he moved his legs over, she was up there laying next to him. Months went by before she started playing. It wasn't much just a few minutes here and there of chasing a shoelace or flipping a toy, but she was playing. Her purr was heaven to hear. You look at her and she would start. She was a super loud purrer. Say her name and she would start. I missed that purr in her last few days. She was a foodie, loved to eat. Took no training to use the chip feeder or auto feeder. She saw food and went right in for it. She remained a great traveler. Took her to visit my dad in the facility. The staff and residents did double takes when the saw her walking on a leash. And she would walk down the middle of the hall as confident as can be. The few times I had to take her because glucoses were to low, she just climbed in disposable litter box and went to sleep. She loved her playpen. Got that for the time we stayed in motel, as soon as I opened it up, she walked in and claimed it as hers. When PJ or Tux tried to check it out, she set them straight, they could look but not go in. It took over a year for her to allow full body brushing. Once she did, again the purr would start and she would stretch out. I swear there was enough fur to get another cat out of her. She loved laying belly up. She had the cutest club feet where she kept the toes curled when sleeping. I loved touching her toes when she had them that way all curled in under her turned up chin. And her tail that magnificent floofy tail just asked to be stroked. She had many issues during her time. And for most of it, she never gave me a hard time when it came to meds. The abdominal mass became to much for her to be comfortable and happy any longer. All her cute quirkey personality traits disappeared and she didn't have the energy to even step out of her litter box anymore. She was ready to be free.
Thank you all, FDMB for being along on our journey. Through the good and bad. The ups and downs. For the tips, advice, knowledge, (even the dancing pickles), the rants, milestones, breakthroughs. You have been there for/with us every step of the way.
@Wendy&Neko I don't know what to say to you. Thank you doesn't seem to cover it. Your knowledge, insight into acro far exceeds what primary vets know. Ollie and I appreciate all your advice. Ollie was better because of you.
Ollie wishes to donate her collection of things. Give mom time to get it together and post. She (in Ollie's name) and with her dad's bequest (in Smokey's name) will have a fundraiser for DCIN, hopefully soon.
I sure hope there is equally a place for people who leave a loving diabetic cat to fend for herself in garbage in the dead of winter. 
