Barb and Tori
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Today marks the 2nd anniversary of the death of my civi Tiger (aka Tiga) through a terrible accident and I would like to retell his story so none of our other kitties will ever meet his fate. Please bear with me if you already know this story but I think it merits repeating. That night my diabetic kitty Tori was in hospital fighting for her life with a very severe case of Gastritis, Pancreatitis and Septicemia following being given Metacam for her Arthritis. She was so ill that she even vomited up part of her stomach lining. We almost lost her that night but we didn't. We lost Tiga instead.
Anyway I was exhausted. No excuse but it is what it is. I work night shift full time and also was looking after my grandbaby during the day most days. I had had less than 3 hours sleep that day and was sick with worry about Tori. I decided that I was going to take a nap before I went to work that night but I needed to dry my uniforms that were in the washer.
I remember right before I went downstairs Tiga as usual was getting into mischief. I swept him up into my arms and twirled him around and told him what a silly boy he was and that I loved him. Little did I realize that those would be the last words I would ever say to him. I didn't notice that he followed me downstairs. There were damp clothes in the dryer and I went to speak to my daughter about them leaving the door open. I couldn't have been gone more than 30 seconds but in that time Toga jumped in. I didn't look in like I always do. Instead I shut the door and started the dryer and ran upstairs to have my nap. I woke up to my daughter screaming. My baby was gone. He was only 3 1/2 years old. I will never forget the agony and felt holding him my arms and the scream that came from the depths of my being. I tried CPR on him but I knew it was too late.
I have told Tiga's story every few months since his death in hope that it will save someone else from going through what Tiga and I did. I never want another kitty Bean to experience the pain that I have over the last 2 years and I never want another kitty to die the way Tiga did. All it took was less than a minute of not being vigilant that's all it took.
Some people on the Board have told me that knowing Tiga's story has saved their kitty from a similar fate. Someone called Tiga "The Guardian Angel of our Kitties " on this Board. I choose to believe that this is true. I have to believe it or else the pain would be totally unbearable.
Today I finally that the strength to put Tiga's ashes in the urn I bought for him over a year ago. It is a kitty with wings sleeping on a rock. The inscription says Tiga Beloved GA.
I have a special favour to ask of all of you today. On this second anniversary of Tiga's passing please could each of you tell Tiga's story to at least one person who is owned by a kitty. Help Tiga save other kitties and help me keep his memory alive. Remember we always need to be super vigilant to protect our kitties. It can only take an instant and they may be gone.
Hold each of your kitties extra close tonight and give them all a kiss for me. They are all so precious.
Anyway I was exhausted. No excuse but it is what it is. I work night shift full time and also was looking after my grandbaby during the day most days. I had had less than 3 hours sleep that day and was sick with worry about Tori. I decided that I was going to take a nap before I went to work that night but I needed to dry my uniforms that were in the washer.
I remember right before I went downstairs Tiga as usual was getting into mischief. I swept him up into my arms and twirled him around and told him what a silly boy he was and that I loved him. Little did I realize that those would be the last words I would ever say to him. I didn't notice that he followed me downstairs. There were damp clothes in the dryer and I went to speak to my daughter about them leaving the door open. I couldn't have been gone more than 30 seconds but in that time Toga jumped in. I didn't look in like I always do. Instead I shut the door and started the dryer and ran upstairs to have my nap. I woke up to my daughter screaming. My baby was gone. He was only 3 1/2 years old. I will never forget the agony and felt holding him my arms and the scream that came from the depths of my being. I tried CPR on him but I knew it was too late.
I have told Tiga's story every few months since his death in hope that it will save someone else from going through what Tiga and I did. I never want another kitty Bean to experience the pain that I have over the last 2 years and I never want another kitty to die the way Tiga did. All it took was less than a minute of not being vigilant that's all it took.
Some people on the Board have told me that knowing Tiga's story has saved their kitty from a similar fate. Someone called Tiga "The Guardian Angel of our Kitties " on this Board. I choose to believe that this is true. I have to believe it or else the pain would be totally unbearable.
Today I finally that the strength to put Tiga's ashes in the urn I bought for him over a year ago. It is a kitty with wings sleeping on a rock. The inscription says Tiga Beloved GA.
I have a special favour to ask of all of you today. On this second anniversary of Tiga's passing please could each of you tell Tiga's story to at least one person who is owned by a kitty. Help Tiga save other kitties and help me keep his memory alive. Remember we always need to be super vigilant to protect our kitties. It can only take an instant and they may be gone.
Hold each of your kitties extra close tonight and give them all a kiss for me. They are all so precious.
