SherryDarlingNJ
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Bally crossed the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. She was only diagnosed in August and did beautifully up until about three days ago. Her BG stayed OK so there was something else going on. The vet did lots of tests but we couldn't find anything and Bally grew weaker until I made the decision today.
Bally, age unknown, was adopted by my aunt from a shelter. While my aunt was dying of cancer, she worried about Bally (quite an antisocial cat). I told her whatever happened, I would take her. My aunt died in January 2008. Bally was a spitfire. She was tough to catch at my aunt's home and once I brought her to my house, she lived under the bed for almost nine months, coming out only to eat and drink and use the litter box when no one was home. She fought with my two civvies so we maintained separate quarters. Lucky Bally got the upstairs and the bedroom. Eventually she warmed to me but never to the previous tenants, but she had a happy life, sleeping on the bed or under my desk while I worked, throwing toys around so noisily it sounded like there was a football game going on.
I would like to think my aunt stopped by today to take her home.
Thanks to everyone on the board who helped me when we were first diagnosed. Your hints and suggestions, and most of all your support, helped me make Bally's last few months pleasurable. We never felt alone.
Sherry, Madam Marie (who is the only one happy here since she gets the bed back), Candy, and the spirit of Ballykissangel
Bally, age unknown, was adopted by my aunt from a shelter. While my aunt was dying of cancer, she worried about Bally (quite an antisocial cat). I told her whatever happened, I would take her. My aunt died in January 2008. Bally was a spitfire. She was tough to catch at my aunt's home and once I brought her to my house, she lived under the bed for almost nine months, coming out only to eat and drink and use the litter box when no one was home. She fought with my two civvies so we maintained separate quarters. Lucky Bally got the upstairs and the bedroom. Eventually she warmed to me but never to the previous tenants, but she had a happy life, sleeping on the bed or under my desk while I worked, throwing toys around so noisily it sounded like there was a football game going on.
I would like to think my aunt stopped by today to take her home.
Thanks to everyone on the board who helped me when we were first diagnosed. Your hints and suggestions, and most of all your support, helped me make Bally's last few months pleasurable. We never felt alone.
Sherry, Madam Marie (who is the only one happy here since she gets the bed back), Candy, and the spirit of Ballykissangel
