WOYWW #158 HEARTBREAK
This is a sad week as we had to say good bye to Spunky. The vet kept giving me more pills and finally I had enough. We went to a new vet to try and find out what was really happening with him as he just would not eat and was not drinking water. The new vet, a woman, Dr Ryan Roberts was wonderful and reviewed the test results and added some more tests., each time ruling out what seemed horrible to come up with even worse news. Nothing was going to restore him to his former life. His days would be filled with endless vet visits tubes and other horrors so we made the decision. So instead of my desk i thought i would recount the story of how our sweet, gourmet, urban cool cat found us.
About 13 to 14 years ago when we were living in Sugar Land TX, Chris rushed up to my sewing room and said he had heard meows coming from the engine of his truck after a 300 mile drive. We rushed to the garage and listened. Sure enough tiny meows came from deep inside the truck. Chris tore out side panels and the meow became louder. Finally, a glimpse of a little ball of fur. Reaching in, as I have small hand and grabbing, I was met by a sharp bite. Reeling back i brought out the fur ball but let go. He ran off into the wood pile. Off we went to ER for a tetanus shot.
Over the next six week each morning and night , i crept out with a bowl of food and uttered "meow meow" and watched as this little kitten come out and eyed the bowl of food. he would only eat when i left. Each evening we sat out and were rewarded with the joys of a little kitty chasing leaves. Then one Saturday morning with the patio doors open he just walked in. He admired himself in the wall mirror then rushed behind it to see who was there. he spent the weekend in the house. On Monday he was scooped up and headed to the vet who said he was about 7 months old, though small as he probably had not had much food on the ranch. From then on he was ours. he went out morning and night and slowly became a gourmet specializing in shrimp and venison. Quickly he discovered he could sit on poppas knee every night. Eventually we found him a friend, Tripper but only after Chris brought home Twinkle from the ranch, a half starved kitty who survived out in the dry hot Texas sun and was rescued by ranch hands and Chris. twinkle was full of flees and a a delightful playful kitty who allowed Spunky to swat her up the stairs and rushed back for more. Regrettably she deteriorated due to some horrendous disease only found in wild country cats. the vet was so relieved it was a country kitten as she said if it was a cat from the city it would indicate some epidemic. And so Spunky became our beloved pet, fearful of people and a bon vivant. together with his lively naught friend he lived a happy life. He knew what he liked, sleeping and eating, indoor living with the occasional foray onto the deck and evenings with dad.
We miss him so much.