Durielle
Member Since 2012
On July 7, 2017 I took our little honey to the vet, for surgery to remove a cancer that developed in her right rear quarter (vet said it was vaccine-related, non-spreading, and operable). She was fine until Sunday, when all clinics were closed.
On Monday July 10, our tough little lady of 15 years passed. The vet said it was unexplained blood loss, and that we did everything we could. I can't know that, but I won't dwell on mistakes made when there is so many good things to remember.
Durielle was my rescuer, as much as I was her support-person: she was my little rock. I met her in Aug 19, 2012 and for several years I tried to get her re-homed, hoping that someone could cure her diabetes. I guess she was meant to be mine forever, as I told her on our last night together.
I learned so much from my "Durie", and drew so much inspiration from all the help I received from Venita at DCIN, from people at this forum, and from Durielle's supporters in Toronto.
Back in Aug 2012, Durielle sat for over two weeks on the street, begging to all passerby for help. I noticed her, but I believed she was a kitten... in a street of many strays. When it finally became clear she had been dumped, my young son pleaded for me to take her in. She happily went home with us, and we quickly realized she was extremely sick. She was bony and dirty, because it turns out she was already some 10-12 years old (not a kitten!), had been declawed at some point, and was in diabetic starvation. And that's just the start of the story...
The rest of the story is that she taught me a special kind of love that I could never believe was possible. If I could have kept her for an eternity, I would have. Perhaps eternity will be kind to us, and give us a chance to reunite someday... or perhaps we just had this time. Either way, I always love and treasure her.
On Monday July 10, our tough little lady of 15 years passed. The vet said it was unexplained blood loss, and that we did everything we could. I can't know that, but I won't dwell on mistakes made when there is so many good things to remember.
Durielle was my rescuer, as much as I was her support-person: she was my little rock. I met her in Aug 19, 2012 and for several years I tried to get her re-homed, hoping that someone could cure her diabetes. I guess she was meant to be mine forever, as I told her on our last night together.
I learned so much from my "Durie", and drew so much inspiration from all the help I received from Venita at DCIN, from people at this forum, and from Durielle's supporters in Toronto.
Back in Aug 2012, Durielle sat for over two weeks on the street, begging to all passerby for help. I noticed her, but I believed she was a kitten... in a street of many strays. When it finally became clear she had been dumped, my young son pleaded for me to take her in. She happily went home with us, and we quickly realized she was extremely sick. She was bony and dirty, because it turns out she was already some 10-12 years old (not a kitten!), had been declawed at some point, and was in diabetic starvation. And that's just the start of the story...
The rest of the story is that she taught me a special kind of love that I could never believe was possible. If I could have kept her for an eternity, I would have. Perhaps eternity will be kind to us, and give us a chance to reunite someday... or perhaps we just had this time. Either way, I always love and treasure her.
