Our last remaining cat, Zuzu was diagnosed with chronic renal disease, his kidneys are failing. He’s only 9 years old. After losing Baby Semsem and Queen Keesha earlier this year, I feel like the Old Lady in “A Fish Called Wanda” except that it’s not funny anymore. It’s actually very sad and painful. 😦
Oct 21, 2016 5:29pm
Zuzu…gone. Sad. He’s not suffering anymore. We are. Cat-less. Very painful. We started the year off with 3 cats ages 4, 9 and 11. All are dead now. WTF?!?!?
Nov 02, 2016 3:20am
Had a car accident near Calistoga yesterday. We’re fine, minor cut and bruises, but the car is probably totalled. Everything is closed here on the weekend so can’t get anything done until Monday. 😦
Nov 05, 2016 2:03pm
Everytime I close my eyes, I relive the nightmare from Friday: “That was loud. I’m OK. Is everyone OK? Good, everyone is OK. Why is there blood on my clothes? My face! Stop the blood. Stop the blood. I should check the car. Stand up. Bad idea. Need to sit. Car still running. Turn it off. I’m OK. Too many people, asking too many questions. Police, paramedics, fire truck, what a mess. Yes, I know what day it is. I know my name. Stop asking stupid questions. I’m OK. Breathe. Focus. Car not drivable. Reschedule appointment. Arrange for pickup. Focus. Breathe…”. Got hit by a car while trying to turn left. Up until then, I was angry at the universe because all my cats, who were my best friends, died. Now, I’m grateful to be alive. Car-less, Cat-less, and grateful. I will survive.
Nov 09, 2016 5:08am
He wasn’t easy. He was noisy, messy, dirty and high maintenance. He was the living proof that if you’re good looking, you don’t need much else. Before we called him Zuzu, he was known as “Dirty Feet” because his paw marks were all over the house. He was born in our backyard and befriended Keesha. His cute face, thick fur and the fact that Keesha loved him made him a much beloved part of our family for 9 years. He was quite the hunter and we got used to cleaning up half-eaten animals and bloody messes multiple times a week. One time he raided a nest and brought 4 baby mice and their mom, all half eaten, one after the other. When we brought Semsem into the pack, he didn’t like her and made her life and ours miserable until he finally decided to tolerate her. He trained us as much or more than we trained him. Zuzu was the last to die and unfortunately, we couldn’t find his body. He had kidney disease and was living on subcutaneous saline solution for 3 days then he left and never came back. I still hear his meow in my head, hope beyond all hope that he’ll walk in, look desperately around the neighborhood for his body even though I know that he’s gone for good. He never was easy but it’s comforting to know that he’s not suffering anymore.
Nov 20, 2016 11:37pm