thinking ...

keeping up ....

Love it when I get to spend real time with former foster charges.

Wilkie is spending a couple of days with us while Mum travels.

One of the cutest things is watching her interact with Delilah.

Delilah lived with Mum and Wilkie for 6 months while Mum fought terrible allergies. I have never seen anybody as determined to live with a cat. Sadly it got to the point where Mum could no longer walk up and down stairs and Delilah now lives with us.

Wilkie as a JRT is pretty interested in the cats - and they aren't very trusting of her intentions! Delilah and she sit together and lick each other. Obviously Del knows Wilkie is a fraud!

wise souls ...

So happy to have, over the last few years, divested myself from the political bs that surrounds animal welfare.
Now my attitude is pretty much if it doesn't directly help an animal somebody else can do it. Saves me a lot of inter agency grief. Still happy to talk to council, or whoever and be passionate about the things that really matter but not interested at all in the inter-agencies wars that rage over things that don't help animals!

dear Kala cat

Kala cat is aging by the minute.

She sleeps,  she wheezes, she eats and she purrs. She no longer grooms herself so she has a pretty radical haircut over her haunches. We snuggle her lots.

She is a sweetheart.

Kizmet

 a dear demented little shi spun his way into our life a couple of years ago ... we optimistically hoped his issues might be behavioural in nature but it was not to be. Lesions had attached themselves to Kizmet's brain and fogged his mind substantially.  The wonderful Dr Au came up with a bit of a wait and see plan for him. After 2 weeks Kiz could move in a straight line unless he was excited (then the spinning re-emerged). He was no longer always growling when picked up (he was so confused he would both wag his tail and growl and air snap) and he was eating. The last two years were fairly stable. He slept, a lot, and pottered around. He loved his meals and we loved him.
The last couple of weeks the fog seemed to get denser ... he wouldn't always see us, he couldn't always stop himself spinning and he started growling again.
It was hard to do but I feel a deep responsibility to our palliative foster friends not to let them suffer. And Kizmet was approaching suffering. And that sucked.
His death was peaceful and immediate-nearly as soon as the first drip of euthanol touched his vein he was gone. Another good friend will be waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge.

no foster failure this time either ...

with great sadness

and great common sense

and some delight for the lovely young couple adopting Theorique and

joy for the puppy herself

we will be saying good bye to Theorique on Thursday

what a good puppy she is