Remembering September 28, 2020

Here I am, a few months later, remembering September 28, 2020. I was looking at an old post. I just put down my second cat with hyperthyroidism and diminishing kidneys down this afternoon. From that day forward to October 6, 2020, I had found the quietness so hard to deal with that I found a kitty at the humane society in our city on October 4, 2020, to fill the void. The decision has proven to be one decision worth making as the months continue to move forward. My new cat is Magic Salem, a black kitty who was five months old on September 30, is now a year old. He has an attitude that reminds me a little bit of my first cat Emilee Marie Cuddles and Bing Noel Crosby kitty. It is not unbelievable; it’s a reminder of two former cats before Magic Salem came into my life a week and a day after Bing passed away.

It took me a few months to develop a middle name for Magic because his personality is feisty, loving, wild, talkative, and very active. With him being all black with a white spot on his belly and in bright light, you can see tabby markings under his black fur. I’ve to give Magic the credit of sharing his life with two kitties before him with joy in my heart. I do not have a problem remembering my fur babies before Magic. I believe it is to be – a sign from God that He knows where I am in my life right now. Ever since Magic has been a part of my life (since October 6, 2020), he has been through a lot. We have been through a lot. I have, for the first time with having a cat (my third one). I have separation anxiety and dislike leaving him home alone when I go to dialysis for three hours and fifteen minutes at the clinic. A patient at the clinic makes it tough on Saturdays when she watches baby animals on TV. I love him so much.

Goodbye Bing

My heart is aching today. I had to say goodbye to Bing. Yes, goodbye, Bing. I had to put him down. He had diminishing kidneys and hyperthyroidism. He went from fourteen pounds to 6 lbs within the first part of the year. I did the right thing. I am without a cat right now, and my heart aches to the point that the quietness of the apartment is deafening. I hope he understands what I did for him and myself in the long run. I believe he will be in heaven when I get there. Bing is the second cat I had to put down because of age-related illnesses. My first cat, Emilee Marie Cuddles, lived 16 1/2 years before she was put down. She, too, had hyperthyroidism, as the doctor told me.  I thought she had cancer, but I believe Dr. W was telling me her thyroid nodules were enlarged.Bing was 15 years old.

He was adopted on December 18, 2006. His birth was in June 2005, and I did acknowledge his birthday in June, his gotcha day, and Christmas. I will miss him. A new cat is in the works.

A Long Day

I am exhausted and do not want to write much today. Bing Crosby, the Cat, was not eating the food I had bought. He likes Purina Cat Chow Indoor Formula, and I did not have it. I got a bag of cat food and watched the eating habits. I have to check his litter box tomorrow to make sure there is enough urine output. If he does not improve by Monday, I will take him to the vet. He is fifteen years old.