Sunday, September 07, 2008

Look at Gretchey's face.

The dogs are so scared of the kittens. It's very weird, considering how tiny and delicate the kittens are.

I guess I should say "kitten" now. The other one, the grumpy one, died. It came out of nowhere yesterday. Friday everything was good - they were both eating and happy and playing. Saturday he seemed okay, but then seemed to get really sleepy. He let me pet him a lot, and I thought maybe he was coming around to people.

Then the tiredness became limpness. I knew that was very bad. It became clear very quickly that he was not going to make it.. It's like he skipped sick and went straight to dying. So I just tried to make his last time comfortable. I tried to keep him warm and rubbed his head and his ears and, sweetly, his brother came and cuddled with us for a while. They always slept cuddling together, so I'm sure that was of some comfort. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes would go a little crossed... Then he would whimper every now and then, sometimes crying, which was really, really getting to me. I asked Chris what to do -- I knew it was hopeless, but at least I didn't want him to suffer anymore. But he said that the kitten was close to death, gasping every now and then just like people do when they're dying, so we just went back to bed and snuggled some more. It was horrible and sad, and felt really unfair. Now he's buried with his brother in our front yard. :(

It's so sad, but I take comfort in the fact that at least he had a nice last few days, eating Whiskas and snuggling with his brother. At least he didn't die in the gas station garbage can. Thank god for the lady who found them and brought them to the shelter.

Now it's just this guy. We're watching him very carefully, and he's getting extra attention; last night I slept in the guest room so he could sleep in my hair.

And now I feel even more like I owe it to this guy to find a special, loving home. We are not going to have a sad ending for three out of three.

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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

Location: Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States


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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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