Helene & Tizon
Member Since 2009
My sweet baby Tizon,
I love you and always will!
We met when you were a tiny little kitten in the summer of 1996. You were so small you could hardly use the stairs. You used to knead us a lot, you would try to get a drink from our elbow and knee creases and you would suck on the end of your tail. I remember you chasing the hockey puck on TV and get into all kinds of mischief. I also remember when you escaped our townhouse in Trenton and that I had to go looking for an all grey cat in the dark and locked myself out of the house! You have stolen banana muffins from your daddy’s lunchbox and have always loved wheat!
You mourned the loss of your sister Mousse and adjusted to your new sibling Fred who gave you a taste of your own medicine.
Together we faced several challenges including how to treat feline diabetes. It took me one month to have enough courage to use the glucometer on you. You knew I was trying to make you feel better and that I had to overcome my own fears – not to mention learning to treat diabetes on the internet! Both you and I know that the folks at FDMB were instrumental in your treatment and recovery. I’m sure you are as grateful to them as I am. I have fond memories of you sitting on the people scale waiting for me to test, shoot (insulin) and feed you. The first time I had to give you insulin by myself, I was a basket case and you were rather indifferent. Sometimes I’d forget that you’re a cat! The first time the insulin was effective and your blood sugar level dropped into normal range, I nearly needed a defibrillator…. all you wanted was gravy. It wasn’t soon after that, that your pancreas started to heal and then I was terrified of overdosing you. You received your last shot of insulin on September 25 2009. You were so good, so tolerant, and so cooperative. I thank you for being with me through this challenge; I learned a lot and met all kinds of very nice people including some who brought glucosamine across the border for you.
After your diabetes was controlled only by your diet, I took you to the dentist in Guelph and he removed all you teeth. I can’t imagine the pain you endured with those rotten teeth. After a few days of hiding in the closet high on drugs, you faced life without teeth like a champion. Nothing could get in your way of your food and your favourite, ham and an occasional fry from McDonald’s. You were a smart cookie and it didn’t matter if the snack machine was on a timer, if you were hungry enough, you got it to open.
For years now you have not been able to jump on furniture, but we have assisted you to make sure that you don’t miss out on cuddles. You mostly prefer to snore away in one of your two beds and have never liked the third bed I got for you. You have always enjoyed chasing a laser light. You have always been a talker and a howler and you have woken me up at night on more occasions that I can count. You know that my frustration with you wasn’t because I didn’t love you – 4 AM is just too damn early. I’m sure you’ve heard me say to your dad, one day you’ll be old and you’ll be happy that someone looks after you.
Your recent diagnosis of cancer wasn’t easy to take in. Realizing that you weren’t eternal broke my heart. A wise woman told me, sometimes the beauty of denial is getting lost in the idea that time is not a factor.
You have lived a full life my furbaby and you have been the child your dad and I could never have. You had fun, you played a lot, you woke us up at night, you ate food and treats you loved, you explored the shower and laid over the heat register. You had lots of cuddles and kisses from your daddy and I and from many of our friends. You have met a lot of people who love you and admire your journey. You made me proud to be your mama.
I thank you for keeping me company all those years. I also thank you for all the hairballs you have given me. I will miss you forever!
May there be sunlight, birds and butterflies for you to chase on the other side of the rainbow bridge. May there be friends, catnip and treats for you to enjoy. May your sister Mousse guide you through the light. May all your aches and pain disappear. Fly free Tizon, fly free….
Even is Dr. Seuss is right in saying: “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”, my heart is broken in a million little pieces. I will always love you and you will forever be in my heart!!!!
your Mom
I love you and always will!
We met when you were a tiny little kitten in the summer of 1996. You were so small you could hardly use the stairs. You used to knead us a lot, you would try to get a drink from our elbow and knee creases and you would suck on the end of your tail. I remember you chasing the hockey puck on TV and get into all kinds of mischief. I also remember when you escaped our townhouse in Trenton and that I had to go looking for an all grey cat in the dark and locked myself out of the house! You have stolen banana muffins from your daddy’s lunchbox and have always loved wheat!
You mourned the loss of your sister Mousse and adjusted to your new sibling Fred who gave you a taste of your own medicine.
Together we faced several challenges including how to treat feline diabetes. It took me one month to have enough courage to use the glucometer on you. You knew I was trying to make you feel better and that I had to overcome my own fears – not to mention learning to treat diabetes on the internet! Both you and I know that the folks at FDMB were instrumental in your treatment and recovery. I’m sure you are as grateful to them as I am. I have fond memories of you sitting on the people scale waiting for me to test, shoot (insulin) and feed you. The first time I had to give you insulin by myself, I was a basket case and you were rather indifferent. Sometimes I’d forget that you’re a cat! The first time the insulin was effective and your blood sugar level dropped into normal range, I nearly needed a defibrillator…. all you wanted was gravy. It wasn’t soon after that, that your pancreas started to heal and then I was terrified of overdosing you. You received your last shot of insulin on September 25 2009. You were so good, so tolerant, and so cooperative. I thank you for being with me through this challenge; I learned a lot and met all kinds of very nice people including some who brought glucosamine across the border for you.
After your diabetes was controlled only by your diet, I took you to the dentist in Guelph and he removed all you teeth. I can’t imagine the pain you endured with those rotten teeth. After a few days of hiding in the closet high on drugs, you faced life without teeth like a champion. Nothing could get in your way of your food and your favourite, ham and an occasional fry from McDonald’s. You were a smart cookie and it didn’t matter if the snack machine was on a timer, if you were hungry enough, you got it to open.
For years now you have not been able to jump on furniture, but we have assisted you to make sure that you don’t miss out on cuddles. You mostly prefer to snore away in one of your two beds and have never liked the third bed I got for you. You have always enjoyed chasing a laser light. You have always been a talker and a howler and you have woken me up at night on more occasions that I can count. You know that my frustration with you wasn’t because I didn’t love you – 4 AM is just too damn early. I’m sure you’ve heard me say to your dad, one day you’ll be old and you’ll be happy that someone looks after you.
Your recent diagnosis of cancer wasn’t easy to take in. Realizing that you weren’t eternal broke my heart. A wise woman told me, sometimes the beauty of denial is getting lost in the idea that time is not a factor.
You have lived a full life my furbaby and you have been the child your dad and I could never have. You had fun, you played a lot, you woke us up at night, you ate food and treats you loved, you explored the shower and laid over the heat register. You had lots of cuddles and kisses from your daddy and I and from many of our friends. You have met a lot of people who love you and admire your journey. You made me proud to be your mama.
I thank you for keeping me company all those years. I also thank you for all the hairballs you have given me. I will miss you forever!
May there be sunlight, birds and butterflies for you to chase on the other side of the rainbow bridge. May there be friends, catnip and treats for you to enjoy. May your sister Mousse guide you through the light. May all your aches and pain disappear. Fly free Tizon, fly free….
Even is Dr. Seuss is right in saying: “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”, my heart is broken in a million little pieces. I will always love you and you will forever be in my heart!!!!
your Mom
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Fly free dear Tizon... land softly.
