Rebekah
Member Since 2013
Hello all,
This is very hard for me to write, but last night, Alex and I decided to let Ole go.
For months and months, my prayer has been that Ole get better, and if that didn't happen, that he will let me know if or when he wanted to be free. It was never about me nor my love for him, it has always been about Ole. He has spiraled downward so quickly, it has been very difficult for all of us. Ole's disengagement and growing malcontent was his way of telling me that he was ready. It was all I could do to get Ole to go outside. My Ole ALWAYS wanted to go outside, very very badly. My Ole wanted to play and chase birds. He liked to watch passerbys from his window sill perch. He liked to play in the snow, tease Fifi, chew grass. He liked to see what was on the other side of the fence. He wanted to wrestle Loki, and then snuggle close to him for a nice long afternoon nap For the past several months, increasingly Ole wouldn't do any of those things. For the past week, it's been only food that would stimulate him enough to leave his little bed. Where did my Ole go? I know that my anguished Ole wanted to be reunited with his joie de vivre.
We decided to call our friend Dr Linda Rae, DMV. Eight years ago Linda Rae treated a scrappy little rescue kitty and named him Schwatz. After he was nursed back to health, Schwartz was put up for adoption. I was at the shelter grieving for my recently passed lover kitty Noami. I was sitting on the floor overcome with grief. Before I even felt the weight of the little scamp, I heard the loudest purr I had ever heard. I opened my eyes and there on my lap was the cutest little silver tabby in the whole world! I took him home and renamed him Ole. Several months later, Linda Rae and Paul were over at our house for a BBQ, she recognized Ole as Schwartz as Ole always liked to mingle amongst the guests. She told me all about his history as a feral kitten, where he was rescued from and how that he had so many defensive wounds on his legs, that all 4 of them had to be shaved clean and that under that thick soft coat, Ole had a pretty saucy set of gams! When Ole was diagnosed with FD last April, Dr Linda Rae was leaving her practice, so Ole got a new vet. Ole decided that Linda Rae, his favorite, should come over to our house and set his wonderful little character free. No more tests, no more pokes to be in complete comfort and surrounded by his loved ones, 2 and 4 legged as well as clawed. We three were able to sit with Ole reminiscing over some of the choicest Ole stories, and there are some choice ones. Though my heart is heavier than you can ever imagine, I am glad that Ole is free from his disease and the turmoil it was causing him. Ole, Little Buddy, and Noami are up there chasing their angel feathers.
I want to thank so many people for helping us, not only with your knowledge, but with your compassion. I am too overwhelmed.
Love Rebekah
This is very hard for me to write, but last night, Alex and I decided to let Ole go.
For months and months, my prayer has been that Ole get better, and if that didn't happen, that he will let me know if or when he wanted to be free. It was never about me nor my love for him, it has always been about Ole. He has spiraled downward so quickly, it has been very difficult for all of us. Ole's disengagement and growing malcontent was his way of telling me that he was ready. It was all I could do to get Ole to go outside. My Ole ALWAYS wanted to go outside, very very badly. My Ole wanted to play and chase birds. He liked to watch passerbys from his window sill perch. He liked to play in the snow, tease Fifi, chew grass. He liked to see what was on the other side of the fence. He wanted to wrestle Loki, and then snuggle close to him for a nice long afternoon nap For the past several months, increasingly Ole wouldn't do any of those things. For the past week, it's been only food that would stimulate him enough to leave his little bed. Where did my Ole go? I know that my anguished Ole wanted to be reunited with his joie de vivre.
We decided to call our friend Dr Linda Rae, DMV. Eight years ago Linda Rae treated a scrappy little rescue kitty and named him Schwatz. After he was nursed back to health, Schwartz was put up for adoption. I was at the shelter grieving for my recently passed lover kitty Noami. I was sitting on the floor overcome with grief. Before I even felt the weight of the little scamp, I heard the loudest purr I had ever heard. I opened my eyes and there on my lap was the cutest little silver tabby in the whole world! I took him home and renamed him Ole. Several months later, Linda Rae and Paul were over at our house for a BBQ, she recognized Ole as Schwartz as Ole always liked to mingle amongst the guests. She told me all about his history as a feral kitten, where he was rescued from and how that he had so many defensive wounds on his legs, that all 4 of them had to be shaved clean and that under that thick soft coat, Ole had a pretty saucy set of gams! When Ole was diagnosed with FD last April, Dr Linda Rae was leaving her practice, so Ole got a new vet. Ole decided that Linda Rae, his favorite, should come over to our house and set his wonderful little character free. No more tests, no more pokes to be in complete comfort and surrounded by his loved ones, 2 and 4 legged as well as clawed. We three were able to sit with Ole reminiscing over some of the choicest Ole stories, and there are some choice ones. Though my heart is heavier than you can ever imagine, I am glad that Ole is free from his disease and the turmoil it was causing him. Ole, Little Buddy, and Noami are up there chasing their angel feathers.
I want to thank so many people for helping us, not only with your knowledge, but with your compassion. I am too overwhelmed.
Love Rebekah
Hugs to you.
