Sonia & Tom (GA)
Member Since 2010
It's been a wonderful life.
Mommy and now exDH adopted me in October 1993 in Ottawa. I was about 6 weeks old and weighted 3/4 of a pound. I went home to Gatineau with them where Capucine the persian already lived. In 1996, Merlin the retired racing greyhound came along. He was nice, for a drooler.
In 1998, exDH left us and mommy had a really hard time. It was for the best but I had to take care of her for a while. Capucine was GA by then and mommy got joint custody of Merlin so he visited every other weekend until he became a GA in 2003.
In 1999 we moved to Montreal just the 2 of us for a fresh start. It was great 'cause we spent a lot of time together. Late 1999 mommy met daddy, now DH. He was nice but I had to protect her. Took some time for me to let him get close to mommy but eventually I did. He's really nice and good to all of us.
In 2001 they brought home Minnie, the Manx, who hissed at me for a while but it was great to finally have another kitty around. She finally realized how great I am and gave in to whatever wrestling or play fighting I wanted. Kind of...
I learned to hunt mice too. Caught 2 live ones in my lifetime. Caught hundreds of toy mice though. Usually late, late at night and would bring it to my parents usually accompanied by extremely loud meowing, just to be sure they were aware of how great a hunter I am. Continued to do so up until a few weeks ago.
In 2002, daddy's work made us all move to Toronto.
I was home in 2003 when they got married. I was there 9 months later when they left in the middle of the night, only to come back a few days later with a loud, sometimes smelly, little human. DD #1. I often kept mommy company in the middle of the night when she got up to feed/change. I wasn't sure what to make of the thing but I kinda like her now. Ok, love her.
Then in April 2008, mommy suspected something was off. Diabetes. She was soooo worried and kept kissing, hugging, poking. But soon I felt so much better. OTJ in less than a month. And except for a little bump in the road in the last few months, I stayed that way.
In November 2008, it was my turn again to take care of mommy when they lost DD#2. I did not leave her side until she felt better.
April 2009, DD adopted her own kitten: 6 month old Sunrise. Wow. Was I everTHAT crazy? Oh Yes, and more, says mommy.
2009 came the CRF DX. Mommy adapted to try and help me as much as possible. I felt good.
Late summer of 2011, mommy noticed that I was off again. October 1st came the verdict:squamous cell carcinoma. That proved to be too much.
We tried. We fought hard for 11 weeks. But this is a battle that cannot be won. I am now too tired, too much pain. It's time. 18 years, 4 months. Monday evening 7pmEST my parents will let me go.
I am so glad I have met you all. You have been amazing helpers, supporters and party buddies too.
Please go cuddle and headbut your parents. They deserve it.
Mommy and now exDH adopted me in October 1993 in Ottawa. I was about 6 weeks old and weighted 3/4 of a pound. I went home to Gatineau with them where Capucine the persian already lived. In 1996, Merlin the retired racing greyhound came along. He was nice, for a drooler.
In 1998, exDH left us and mommy had a really hard time. It was for the best but I had to take care of her for a while. Capucine was GA by then and mommy got joint custody of Merlin so he visited every other weekend until he became a GA in 2003.
In 1999 we moved to Montreal just the 2 of us for a fresh start. It was great 'cause we spent a lot of time together. Late 1999 mommy met daddy, now DH. He was nice but I had to protect her. Took some time for me to let him get close to mommy but eventually I did. He's really nice and good to all of us.
In 2001 they brought home Minnie, the Manx, who hissed at me for a while but it was great to finally have another kitty around. She finally realized how great I am and gave in to whatever wrestling or play fighting I wanted. Kind of...
I learned to hunt mice too. Caught 2 live ones in my lifetime. Caught hundreds of toy mice though. Usually late, late at night and would bring it to my parents usually accompanied by extremely loud meowing, just to be sure they were aware of how great a hunter I am. Continued to do so up until a few weeks ago.
In 2002, daddy's work made us all move to Toronto.
I was home in 2003 when they got married. I was there 9 months later when they left in the middle of the night, only to come back a few days later with a loud, sometimes smelly, little human. DD #1. I often kept mommy company in the middle of the night when she got up to feed/change. I wasn't sure what to make of the thing but I kinda like her now. Ok, love her.
Then in April 2008, mommy suspected something was off. Diabetes. She was soooo worried and kept kissing, hugging, poking. But soon I felt so much better. OTJ in less than a month. And except for a little bump in the road in the last few months, I stayed that way.
In November 2008, it was my turn again to take care of mommy when they lost DD#2. I did not leave her side until she felt better.
April 2009, DD adopted her own kitten: 6 month old Sunrise. Wow. Was I everTHAT crazy? Oh Yes, and more, says mommy.
2009 came the CRF DX. Mommy adapted to try and help me as much as possible. I felt good.
Late summer of 2011, mommy noticed that I was off again. October 1st came the verdict:squamous cell carcinoma. That proved to be too much.
We tried. We fought hard for 11 weeks. But this is a battle that cannot be won. I am now too tired, too much pain. It's time. 18 years, 4 months. Monday evening 7pmEST my parents will let me go.
I am so glad I have met you all. You have been amazing helpers, supporters and party buddies too.
Please go cuddle and headbut your parents. They deserve it.
You'll be fine. 
