Not So Wordless Wednesday...Remembering a Kitty...

This week, a beloved kitty was helped across the bridge...It was time to say good bye...But this sweet cat had more love in the last half of her life than many of us have in a lifetime...

Try not to be sad for her passing, but smile because she was rescued and saved, and went on to have a lovely life with a lovely family, who misses her deeply...

This is Bigg's story.

As a former breeder, one of my greatest fears is that one of the kittens I brought into the world will somehow end up in a shelter, dumped there without me knowing; turned over with no history, no explanation of any behavior or health issues so that even if it does get adopted, the new owners may not take care of it either...

In fact, that happened to me once but luckily the story has a happy ending, but part of it was because I pursued finding this kitty...The original owner had two kitties from me, a mother and her daughter. The daughter kitty developed a urinary tract disease called FIC (Feline Interstitial Cystitis). The owner kept in touch with me and cared for her cats well, with help and advice from me.

Then she suffered a series of nervous breakdowns and was hospitalized on occasion and eventually moved in with her son and daughter-in-law. Through all of this, she had friends take care of her cats when she was unable to.

But on the last time she was hospitalized, her son took the kitty with FIC to the shelter and just dumped her. He didn't tell them of the FIC or give them any information as to how to get in touch with me (as I would have arranged for them to come home to me).

When she got out of the hospital, she was devastated and afraid to call me as she knew how much my cats meant to me. But after many months, she got up the nerve to call me. She told me that the shelter had adopted her out, but of course they couldn't tell her to whom.

I was sad though could not be angry, except with her family, but fortunately in the town she lives in there was just one shelter. But it had been over a year since she was relinquished to the shelter and I wasn't even sure if she had really been adopted or if that was some story her son made up to make her feel better.

I wrote to everyone on the shelters contact list...AND one of the veterinary assistants at the shelter hospital had adopted her and she called me!

My heart rested easier! We talked and talked, and she is happy and healthy and her new owner now knows how to get in touch with me should they have problems! 

We became friends on Facebook and I would see photos of Bigg's and read about this young woman's life and love, and I was so grateful that they saved each other, and in that way, saved me from grieving, too...

Those we have loved remain in our hearts forever...Fly Free, Sweet Biggs

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