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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Remembering the Great Catsby Once Again

(repost from last year, it said all I needed to say)

~~Two~~ ~~Three~~ Four years ago ~~yesterday~~ today our sweet little kitten died. His name was the Great Catsby and he never had a chance. He was pulled from his mother too young, dumped in a cage and left to sit day after day in the litterbox with no one caring. They lied about how old he was and disregarded the fact that he needed to be in an experienced foster home for a few weeks and let him be adopted.

We only had him a week. He was loved, he was held, he was given toys and lots of pets. He loved to sit in my lap and catch the sun. The day before he got sick he was trying to steal my Doritos.

He collapsed and never came back. Official diagnosis was 'fading kitten syndrome' but I never really accepted that. The shelter did him wrong, the first vet did him wrong and took him off the fluids.

He was just a kitten and it was only a week but I loved him dearly and I still cry when I think of him, I still feel like I failed him too. I had him cremated and his ashes are in a tiny blue marble urn next to my bed by Claude.

I loved you, Catsby. I just wanted to say you are not forgotten, you will never be forgotten.

Even though three years have passed I still cry on occasion when I look at the urn or these pictures of him with Tempy. Little guy really got to me. Much love, Catsby.