Yesterday, we had to say goodbye to our sweet
following a short illness.
We always knew this day would come sooner
rather than later, since she came to us in January,
age 16 when we fostered her from
where Hope volunteers on a Saturday morning.
|(first day with us)|
Cally had a few medical issues
for which she took various medications
but her main problem was loneliness.
She loved to chat and adored company,
but as much as the overworked staff
tried to give her their time,
they have so many other
animals to be cared for.
At her age and with her medical problems,
realistically Cally was never going
to be picked for 'forever family' adoption.
Fostering Cally was an easy decision.
She very quickly settled in, and she
and Rosie Mae soon came to an agreement
that she would do as she wanted
(walk on Rosie, sleep in her bed, steal scraps etc)
and Rosie Mae would do nothing about it.
She was rather absent minded
and would be found stopped in her tracks,
clearly having forgotten what she was doing.
She often ate her dinner half in and half out of
her 'cupboard', forgetting to totally get
through the flap!
Cally enjoyed wandering around the garden,
usually telling the birds off for tweeting.
She made the loft room her own, melting into the
carpet with the warmth.
Recently, Cally's arthritis made her rather
uncomfortable, but with more
medication and her cat flap removed
(leaving just the hole)
she returned to her usual chatty,
always-round-my-feet insistent self.
Sadly, her kidneys finally gave up working
and the worst-decision-in-the-world
had to be made to let her go.
I was upset not to be with her at the end
as I was on a school trip,
but Carol, the animal centre's 'cat lady'
was with her and she loved Cally
as much as us, so this gives me some comfort.
Goodbye, sweet Cally.
We had you in our lives for only a short time,
but we loved you so much
and we will miss you forever.