Sasha's Friends: (Special Cats are shown here!!)

 

Sasha was my special friend of 14 1/2 years. She was rescued from starvation by me when she was less  than 4 weeks old and I saw her trying to eat dry food with no success. Her hair was dull and coming out and her eyes were dim. I took her home, fed her complete nutrition, had her checked and cared for by my vet, and kept her. When she was one, I moved to Tennessee and took her with me. She was there for months and then one day she just disappeared. Not like her. She always stayed at my home and never ventured off and when she did not greet me at my stairs, I knew something was wrong. I made flyers, asked around complex, drove around, made calls and checked out every black cat anyone called about for a couple weeks. I then decided to go to the office and beg them to tell me where my neighbors moved. I explained the situation and they told me. I called and told the neighbors what had happened and that she may have been in there boat, but they had moved thirty miles away and driven on a highway and thought she would never have stayed in the boat if she was in it. It seems it was raining the day they moved. Anyway, I started putting flyers up there and driving around calling her just in case.

Two times they called me to tell me a black cat was in their garage with door shut, but when got there it was gone, escaped through a hole. So not knowing if she was there or not, I pressed on and prayed and went there religiously knowing that if she were in my complex she would come home if able. Three weeks into the ordeal, I was crying and depressed and so sad and I asked my fiancee if he would drive by the address on the way home from his job site and call her one last time. She always came to a whistle. A little while later I got the call from him and he said I have her. He whistled and then saw ears in the tall grass in the schoolyard next to the house and she came running. He brought her home to me and she was so tired, nails ground down, skinny, etc. It took her several days of sleeping and a couple weeks of recuperating to be herself again. No more outside for her or any other cat ever again. She spent 13 1/2 more years with me. Then one day I came home from work and she was acting weird. She would not eat her favorite food, she was wobbly and not herself. I took her to the emergency room and she had kidney failure. I naturally got a second opinion, as I could not accept the terminal news. She had just been jumping and playing the day before, how could this be. Well it was. I was devastated. I began treating her and making her comfortable and got her out of the woods. I continued her care, fluids, medicines, and shots for three and a half months when she became anemic and had to have a blood transfusion.

It lasted a week. She had a second one, but it did not take and she was purring but visibly weak and crying at me which she never did. The vet refused to try a third transfusion and I could not let her suffer.

I put her to sleep that night and I was devastated again. I cried over her body for a long time then went home and crawled up into a ball on my bed and cried all night. I still cry five and a half years later sometimes. I miss her so much. She used to wait at the window on the ledge inside my house and pace until I got home at night. She slept every night under my left arm with her head on my left wrist. She came

to a whistle, she sat and begged on command. She was my companion. Her life and death taught me so much. Her illness taught me all I know about medicine and using needles and giving shots and fluids, even though I hate needles. I have been able to save so many cats and kittens because of her and her illness and the care I learned to give because of her. She is a very special girl and an angel to me. I get the feeling she is up there watching over me and all of the cats that have been rescued. She blessed my life so much and inspired this endeavor.

 

 

 

MOCHA (FAJITA-CHITA) WILLIAMS

Mocha is a rescue who is two years old and has an immune deficiency. He was rescued with calicivirus and then got well and broke three legs from a height of two feet, and was sent to University of Florida where they discovered he had multiple issues such as calcium and bone marrow problems, skin problems, high fevers i.e. 106.7 at times, etc. He is doing well but just recently went back to UF for the fifth time, this time for surgery on his mouth. Any donations would be greatly appreciated. He is the sweetest most adoring and attentive animal in the world. He is such a gift to me and I thank God this little guy fell into my hands when he did.

                   MOCHA UPDATE 2010

      On March 1, 2010, my precious Mocha succombed to his immune deficiency and began having seizures/strokes. My worst day had come, and I had to make the awful decision to euthanize him humanely to stop his sufffering. He had spent months trying to fight infection and uri complications and had spent four days in the University of Gainesville vet hospital steadily going downhill but too sick for me to take out. He gave me the best three years of my life, he was my angel, my gift, my champion cheetah, and I miss him so much it hurts. I hope everyone gets the opportunity to love someone or something this much in their life. There is nothing quite like it...

 

 

 

 

 

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