MartinJA527
Member Since 2014
I was inspired by Suzanne's post to tell you all a little about the sweet kitty I have come to know and love, named Booger..
Booger and I met when she and her sister (Huggs) were born. I took them in and was instantly in love. Booger was always a shy kitty around strangers.. Never letting anyone new too close... But she would always come to me when I called her late at night, happily jump up in my lap and "make biscuits" on my leg.. That was always her thing.. And she was a head-butter too.. Of the sweetest kind. She would look up at me with those big eyes and make the softest sweetest meow and nudge me with her head.. I like to think she was telling me she loved me. She was a supervisor of everything.. If I was cooking dinner or repainting the bathroom, Booger sat right there quietly making sure all was done to her expectations. Our bond grew stronger with her diagnosis of diabetes.. I took her in and told the vet that's what I thought it was.. I met all of you and your wonderful suggestions and we worked out a plan to make her the fierce catnip mouse huntress she had always been.. Her weight returned.. Her spark was back.. And her love was endless.. ( sorry.. I said I wasn't going to cry).. She was the "mama" of the other two.. Always mediating.. In her prior years.. Her "brother" (not related) got her pregnant unbeknownst to me.. And the vet aborted her kittens without my consent while she went in for routine spay. It was a heartbreaking day. We cried together.. And she and my boy formed a special bond.. He never left her side after that. We then found the Amazing vet who would do everything within his power to try and save her life.
Booger got sick very very quickly.. She quit eating.. Was diagnosed with triaditis.. And spent a night at the vet.. We made 5 trips back and fourth and talked to him every day.. I thought she was doing better despite the fact that I was having to assist feed.. Then.. On the 21, my husband said she wouldn't take the feeding. He came home at lunch and found her face down in her water bowl.. Soaked.. She was alive.. But barely. I came home from work and we immediately went in, anticipating the worst.. They asked that we try one more treatment, high dose steroids and give it 24-48 hours with the promise of either a remarkable recovery or no improvement.. Either way we'd have our answer. I stayed up with her, supervised her water, syringe fed her and gave her water.. I got a couple hours sleep and by the next am she couldn't walk.. She couldn't even make it to the water bowl a foot a way.. Something I hadn't even considered before was suddenly something that had to be done.. We made one last trip to the vet, to end Booger's suffering.. As her internal organs had shut down.. And held her in our arms as she let go..
Her brother misses her.. As we all do.. But I try to remember the good things.. Like how vocal she was.. Always "talking" about something.. And how she always came to me even if she knew I was going to prick her ear.. One more time.. What I would give to get up at 7:00 every morning and be home every night at 7:00 pm to give that insulin right now..
So.. Fly free sweet Booger.. Free of pain and sorrow.. And keep Cobb and Tiki company.. I know you're up there licking each of them on the head like you like to do.. I can't wait to see you again one day.. Just know you are forever in my heart and we will meet again.. We will share our looks and conversations. I'll watch after the others and keep your brother from playing too rough.. I love you sweet girl!
This is the hallway Booger laid in all day on 1/22.. Yesterday, my husband came out of the bathroom and found this.. An odd sight to have them all together (actually, never before seen). I'd like to think they were visiting with her..
Thank you all so much! You guys helped my baby feel so much better.. And have helped me in ways you can't imagine..
Booger and I met when she and her sister (Huggs) were born. I took them in and was instantly in love. Booger was always a shy kitty around strangers.. Never letting anyone new too close... But she would always come to me when I called her late at night, happily jump up in my lap and "make biscuits" on my leg.. That was always her thing.. And she was a head-butter too.. Of the sweetest kind. She would look up at me with those big eyes and make the softest sweetest meow and nudge me with her head.. I like to think she was telling me she loved me. She was a supervisor of everything.. If I was cooking dinner or repainting the bathroom, Booger sat right there quietly making sure all was done to her expectations. Our bond grew stronger with her diagnosis of diabetes.. I took her in and told the vet that's what I thought it was.. I met all of you and your wonderful suggestions and we worked out a plan to make her the fierce catnip mouse huntress she had always been.. Her weight returned.. Her spark was back.. And her love was endless.. ( sorry.. I said I wasn't going to cry).. She was the "mama" of the other two.. Always mediating.. In her prior years.. Her "brother" (not related) got her pregnant unbeknownst to me.. And the vet aborted her kittens without my consent while she went in for routine spay. It was a heartbreaking day. We cried together.. And she and my boy formed a special bond.. He never left her side after that. We then found the Amazing vet who would do everything within his power to try and save her life.
Booger got sick very very quickly.. She quit eating.. Was diagnosed with triaditis.. And spent a night at the vet.. We made 5 trips back and fourth and talked to him every day.. I thought she was doing better despite the fact that I was having to assist feed.. Then.. On the 21, my husband said she wouldn't take the feeding. He came home at lunch and found her face down in her water bowl.. Soaked.. She was alive.. But barely. I came home from work and we immediately went in, anticipating the worst.. They asked that we try one more treatment, high dose steroids and give it 24-48 hours with the promise of either a remarkable recovery or no improvement.. Either way we'd have our answer. I stayed up with her, supervised her water, syringe fed her and gave her water.. I got a couple hours sleep and by the next am she couldn't walk.. She couldn't even make it to the water bowl a foot a way.. Something I hadn't even considered before was suddenly something that had to be done.. We made one last trip to the vet, to end Booger's suffering.. As her internal organs had shut down.. And held her in our arms as she let go..
Her brother misses her.. As we all do.. But I try to remember the good things.. Like how vocal she was.. Always "talking" about something.. And how she always came to me even if she knew I was going to prick her ear.. One more time.. What I would give to get up at 7:00 every morning and be home every night at 7:00 pm to give that insulin right now..
So.. Fly free sweet Booger.. Free of pain and sorrow.. And keep Cobb and Tiki company.. I know you're up there licking each of them on the head like you like to do.. I can't wait to see you again one day.. Just know you are forever in my heart and we will meet again.. We will share our looks and conversations. I'll watch after the others and keep your brother from playing too rough.. I love you sweet girl!
This is the hallway Booger laid in all day on 1/22.. Yesterday, my husband came out of the bathroom and found this.. An odd sight to have them all together (actually, never before seen). I'd like to think they were visiting with her..
Thank you all so much! You guys helped my baby feel so much better.. And have helped me in ways you can't imagine..
.... heart hurts with you. Booger, Tiki, Cobb, Wonton and all the fur angels are safe, warm, happy and pain free playing at the Rainbow bridge 
. Sending love d hugs