Linda and Bear Man
Member Since 2009
Teddy Man passed away today after a brief struggle with pancreatic carcinoma. He was 12 years old. He is reunited with his sisters Grace and Emily, his litter mate Truman, and is back safe in the arms of his beloved Bear Man. Teddy was a seven year survivor of intestinal lymphoma. He amazed all of his doctors with the length of his remission. I thank God for every single second that I was given with Teddy after his first cancer diagnosis. He lived seven happy years that I thought he would not have, and I am so grateful for that. I have thrown Teddy a birthday party every year since his diagnosis. Although my whole world has ended today, I will still keep in mind that while Teddy's loss is to be grieved, his life is to be celebrated.
Teddy came to me as one of a litter of 5 kittens and their Mom that I fostered after they were abandoned on the doorstep of an appliance store. The kittens were one day old. One of the kittens, Olivia, died of FIP while I was still fostering the litter. I eventually adopted Truman, and sent Chloe, Freddy, and Teddy back to the shelter (along with Mommy Cat) for adoption. Truman also passed away from FIP shortly after I adopted him. Freddy and Chloe were adopted from the shelter as a pair, leaving Teddy alone in the cage at the shelter. He quickly came down with a devastating URI and eye infection. I visited him every day while he was recuperating, and once he was well, I adopted him and brought him home to join Grace, Emily, and Bear. It was the best thing I have ever done. I am privileged to have known such a special cat and to have had him for the time I was given.
Teddy was a loving cat, who always ran to greet me at the front door to jump into my arms to be carried around like a baby. He loved everyone he met. He was an avid party goer here in LL with his buddies Mannie and Russ. He was a tireless caregiver to Bear Man. When I gave Bear his shot in the morning before leaving for work, it was Teddy's job to wake Bear up to eat. Teddy also was the foreman and chief inspector on my kitchen renovation this year.
In 2004 he was diagnosed with lymphoma. He had two rounds of IV chemo, and had been on an oral chemo protocol ever since. He has had his health ups and downs, but never lost his loving spirit. Last week he was diagnosed with pancreatic carcinoma, with metastasis to the lymph nodes. I brought him home to spend his last few days with me. He was weak, but we sat and snuggled together on the sofa, our favourite thing to do.
Jojo once said of Bear, Emily, and Teddy, that they were racing each other to the Bridge. She was right. I have lost all three of them in the space of just over one year. My heart, my soul, and my spirit have been broken.
Edited to add photo of Teddy as a kitten with his siblings and Mom (click to view larger):
Teddy came to me as one of a litter of 5 kittens and their Mom that I fostered after they were abandoned on the doorstep of an appliance store. The kittens were one day old. One of the kittens, Olivia, died of FIP while I was still fostering the litter. I eventually adopted Truman, and sent Chloe, Freddy, and Teddy back to the shelter (along with Mommy Cat) for adoption. Truman also passed away from FIP shortly after I adopted him. Freddy and Chloe were adopted from the shelter as a pair, leaving Teddy alone in the cage at the shelter. He quickly came down with a devastating URI and eye infection. I visited him every day while he was recuperating, and once he was well, I adopted him and brought him home to join Grace, Emily, and Bear. It was the best thing I have ever done. I am privileged to have known such a special cat and to have had him for the time I was given.
Teddy was a loving cat, who always ran to greet me at the front door to jump into my arms to be carried around like a baby. He loved everyone he met. He was an avid party goer here in LL with his buddies Mannie and Russ. He was a tireless caregiver to Bear Man. When I gave Bear his shot in the morning before leaving for work, it was Teddy's job to wake Bear up to eat. Teddy also was the foreman and chief inspector on my kitchen renovation this year.
In 2004 he was diagnosed with lymphoma. He had two rounds of IV chemo, and had been on an oral chemo protocol ever since. He has had his health ups and downs, but never lost his loving spirit. Last week he was diagnosed with pancreatic carcinoma, with metastasis to the lymph nodes. I brought him home to spend his last few days with me. He was weak, but we sat and snuggled together on the sofa, our favourite thing to do.
Jojo once said of Bear, Emily, and Teddy, that they were racing each other to the Bridge. She was right. I have lost all three of them in the space of just over one year. My heart, my soul, and my spirit have been broken.
Edited to add photo of Teddy as a kitten with his siblings and Mom (click to view larger):
