2009-2010 Angel Cats
Lily, age unknown, was a feral rescued in 1999 with Tabitha & Penny. They were all very close. When Penny passed, Lily carried Penny's toy, crying, for weeks. Lily was in the lower house when the storm hit. Staff noticed a discharge in her eye, so the stress probably brought on an infection. Lily died on her own during the night of 12/29/10. Now Tabitha is alone, but her little friends are watching over her.
Bernie loved his tree on the patio. Very much a character— always there greeting us with his distinctive meows. You never quite knew what to expect from him! In the end he was diabetic and hyper-thyroid.
Donut, mentioned in our last newsletter as a new resident, admitted with numerous health problems including blindness. With TLC, she had a very comfortable, loving stay. Though her time with us was brief, everyone became attached to this sweet cat.
Tigger ,doted upon until his end, he liked sitting in the window seat during the day, and relished his own private space at night in his special area in the utility room. His kidneys gradually weakened and failed.
Lucky, our very personable “little lion”. A diabetic, cancer claimed him in the end. we’ll miss his funny antics— dragging around his “blankie”.
Tiny Tiger, 14. Several months before her death, TT was diagnosed as hyper-thyroid. However heart failure claimed her in the end. We knew it was her time when she didn’t respond with her usual paw grabs and love bites and did not want our attention.
Half-Pint, 7, had 3 surgeries for tumors in his abdomen. He lived a year after his 2nd one, but his last exploratory surgery found that the lesions had multiplied. He was placed with 4 of his littermates, who still reside with us.
Patches, 17, did quite well for several years—receiving fluids for kidney disease, which eventually progressed. She was placed with 2 other siblings, Mitts, who pre-deceased her, and Baby, who still resides with us.
Bonnie, 18, our Himalayan beauty , also died of progressive kidney disease. She was one of our long-time resident— since 1994, one of the remaining few who came through the mudslide, but of course lived mostly in peace.
CoCo, 18, had an inoperable throat tumor that eventually prevented her from swallowing. She was a quiet little girl, except when it came time for “real” cooked chicken, when she suddenly found her little voice.
Earl, 13, adopted in 2003 by frequent visitor Ron, who says "While we were not together long, he remains a very large part of me and always will”.
Mother Hubbard, 18, adopted by volunteer Christine in 1994. “Our beautiful little brown striped tiger who gave us so much joy for 15 years, passed peacefully July 19, 2009. We miss you“.
Murphy, 19, came with us on Halloween, 2000, a most befitting date for this pure black kitty. Murphy was very friendly and enjoyed life. He was healthy until he was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism 2 years ago. A very good patient, he took his medication with ease, and it improved his health. However, in recent months his kidneys started failing, and near the end he let us know. Our veterinarian was kind enough to come to Blue Bell and ease his suffering. He loved the patio, and on a beautiful morning he settled into his favorite blue bowl near the fountain and passed peacefully with the sun shining.
Beau, 8, lived with us most of his life. He came to us when he was 2. His death was unexpected. He was perfectly fine, having played with volunteers earlier in the day. He was found lifeless, his head on a towel, within 20 minutes of last being seen alive. A necropsy was performed and determined he had a slow, progressive, heart disease with no symptoms but causes sudden death. Beau, a beautiful cream/orange kitty, loved drinking from the courtyard fountain and could often be seen sitting regally on it’s edges. We were all stunned and saddened at his untimely death, but are comforted in the fact that he did not suffer. He left us too soon.
Charlie MC, 15, lost his long battle with cancer. In March of 2008, a lump was removed from his jaw and his prognosis wasn’t good as the biopsy showed an aggressive cancer that had metastasized. He was so courageous as he recovered from that surgery, and we didn’t know how much longer he had. He lived almost a full year after that diagnosis, with a good quality of life, but the bad days became more frequent and in February, he finally succumbed. Charlie seemed to bond with many of the volunteers, who were devastated at his loss, even though we knew it was coming. Everyone was able to say their goodbyes, and on his last day he sat with Tigger, the other kitty with whom he was placed. Charlie was ready to go, and he died in his favorite spot in the window seat of the main house.