SashaV
Member Since 2020
Long story short; Mauer is gone ahead. The 2nd December 2022, one month ago today. I miss her like crazy.
In November, a little kitten showed up in my backyard. Someone owned her, and she had a collar on with her front paw stuck in it. She had so many fleas that we could see them crawl on her head, very tired and almost deaf from all those ear mites. She stayed at my moms house until she was free of all her small....friends(!!!), then she moved in. I basically stole someone's pet, but law is law... no chip or ear tattoo, she was legally mine. I have a guess as to where she's from, and with all her issues, they just didn't deserve her. I named her Tulle.
The contrast was huge.
Because of the introduction, I split my house in two, and Miver and Mauer's litter box went in the bedroom. Mauer's primarily stayed in the bedroom, both in bed and because she was fed there. But now the litter box was there too, and thus she saw no reason to leave the bedroom. So she just didn't.
As many of the old people know, she gained a lot of weight after her diagnosis. I tried almost everything to get it back off, but it didn't work. Her walk was troubled by it. The last two days, she burped a LOT, and I have no clue as to why. Diabetes wise, everything was going great, numbers was fine..
But the contrast.
Seeing an 18 week old kitten and Miver having fun. Mauer didn't care for anyone, so I wasn't expecting a lot from her anyway. But suddenly I couldn't see any quality of life. She was happy, mentally there and her old self, but physically she was troubled. She couldn't play, she didn't even move spots during the day... she just was. I started wondering if all I was waiting for was her legs to give out. I couldn't do that to her.
I miss her in everything I do. Walking past my bedroom door expecting to see her. Jumping in bed to snuggle up with her. Smelling her forehead... seriously sniffing her was the best thing ever. Spooning with her. Her puffing me to get under the comforter. Kissing her forehead. Talking to her. Hearing her talk back at me.. or at the dryer.
The past month been a rebellion month. I've slept at all times. 12 hours straight. Gone to bed at four o'clock in the middle of the night. I've been free of the 12 hour schedule. 8/20 was my shooting time, those times is still odd. I'm sleeping without alarms. All the social stuff.. I've been enjoying being present when I was there, instead of worrying.
Almost 3 years of this...
I've learned so much! First of all my English has greatly improved - I'm not saying I feed my cats barf anymore... I didn't feed them vomit at any point, but now I just raw feed. Lol!
I've learned that there's other people out there, who's just as crazy as I am, and willing to go all the way. I've learned that I can do and commit a heck of a lot more than I ever thought was possible. That I can sleep past.... anything really. I've learned so much it's impossible to list. But I am grateful for all the things, even the not so great ones.
I would give it all up to have my Mauer by my side again. Screw sleep and social life...
Thank you to all of you who has been there along our journey. I appreciate every single advice given, every thought and answers to sometimes stupid questions. Just thank you!
This is the best place no one ever wants to be.
In November, a little kitten showed up in my backyard. Someone owned her, and she had a collar on with her front paw stuck in it. She had so many fleas that we could see them crawl on her head, very tired and almost deaf from all those ear mites. She stayed at my moms house until she was free of all her small....friends(!!!), then she moved in. I basically stole someone's pet, but law is law... no chip or ear tattoo, she was legally mine. I have a guess as to where she's from, and with all her issues, they just didn't deserve her. I named her Tulle.
The contrast was huge.
Because of the introduction, I split my house in two, and Miver and Mauer's litter box went in the bedroom. Mauer's primarily stayed in the bedroom, both in bed and because she was fed there. But now the litter box was there too, and thus she saw no reason to leave the bedroom. So she just didn't.
As many of the old people know, she gained a lot of weight after her diagnosis. I tried almost everything to get it back off, but it didn't work. Her walk was troubled by it. The last two days, she burped a LOT, and I have no clue as to why. Diabetes wise, everything was going great, numbers was fine..
But the contrast.
Seeing an 18 week old kitten and Miver having fun. Mauer didn't care for anyone, so I wasn't expecting a lot from her anyway. But suddenly I couldn't see any quality of life. She was happy, mentally there and her old self, but physically she was troubled. She couldn't play, she didn't even move spots during the day... she just was. I started wondering if all I was waiting for was her legs to give out. I couldn't do that to her.
I miss her in everything I do. Walking past my bedroom door expecting to see her. Jumping in bed to snuggle up with her. Smelling her forehead... seriously sniffing her was the best thing ever. Spooning with her. Her puffing me to get under the comforter. Kissing her forehead. Talking to her. Hearing her talk back at me.. or at the dryer.
The past month been a rebellion month. I've slept at all times. 12 hours straight. Gone to bed at four o'clock in the middle of the night. I've been free of the 12 hour schedule. 8/20 was my shooting time, those times is still odd. I'm sleeping without alarms. All the social stuff.. I've been enjoying being present when I was there, instead of worrying.
Almost 3 years of this...
I've learned so much! First of all my English has greatly improved - I'm not saying I feed my cats barf anymore... I didn't feed them vomit at any point, but now I just raw feed. Lol!
I've learned that there's other people out there, who's just as crazy as I am, and willing to go all the way. I've learned that I can do and commit a heck of a lot more than I ever thought was possible. That I can sleep past.... anything really. I've learned so much it's impossible to list. But I am grateful for all the things, even the not so great ones.
I would give it all up to have my Mauer by my side again. Screw sleep and social life...
Thank you to all of you who has been there along our journey. I appreciate every single advice given, every thought and answers to sometimes stupid questions. Just thank you!
This is the best place no one ever wants to be.
you gave her the best life possible 
