A sad farewell...and a new beginning
|Bob helping with research|
Seven weeks ago marked the end of an era in our household – we lost our beloved cat, Bob. We were distraught.
Rewind 9 years. In August 2004, hubby and I moved together into a mews cottage in Cardiff's oldest part, Llandaff. Along we brought my then 11 year old cat, Gizmo.
By November, we'd given up hope, when I spotted an ad for a black and white cat found by a colleague. She'd fed him in her garden shed but he kept going after her female cats. She brought him into work one day. Sadly, it wasn't Gizmo, but we couldn't turn him away. A scared, aggressive and raggedy-looking boy of about 3 years old. Hubby named him Bob.
|Bob & Tiger keeping warm!|
When Bob's teeth caused him pain in September, we took him to the vet's who was concerned about a growth above his sore teeth. A week – and a dose of antibiotics – later, he had his dental op. The vet didn't dare take a sample of the growth as he didn't want to aggravate it, but told us to be concerned. At first, Bob seemed to recover, even taking food, but after several days, he stopped eating, even though his gums were healing, his breathing grew more ragged. A follow-up visit confirmed the worst. Bob had lung cancer.
On Monday, 14th October 2013, we had to send Bob to sleep. I cradled his head and looked into his eyes whilst hubby stroked him when the vet gave him the final jab. I'm crying just writing about it. Time hasn't been a healer just yet.
Although Bob sometimes bullied him, Tiger loved his brother and kept searching for him, and he felt lonely when we left him for work. He grew quieter, yet more confident. Sad, but also more cuddly.
A New Start
But as it's not fair leaving a cat home alone for hours, we thought about getting him a companion closer to Christmas, when we're home. But we kept an eye on local rescue centres, just in case.
Then, just over a week ago, we spotted a lovely 1 1/2 year old black cat called Toby at the local SSPCA, who'd been at their centre for 5 long months! When we went to see him on Saturday 23rd November, we were told why he'd been there (a flea allergy causing a skin condition, and people not being keen on black pets) and found him a lovely, sweet-natured boy.
Bang went our idea of waiting, and two days ago we went to collect Toby. :-)
Welcome, Toby! We're looking forward to your sharing your adventures with Tiger and us...
I'm so sorry for your loss, Cathie. Having been through it, I understand what you're experiencing. May your new family member bring you joy.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Suzanne. I'm sorry to hear you lost pets too.Delete
Toby is such an affectionate cat. He's settling in quite well. We just need to convince Tiger that all will be well... :-)
I totally relate to this story. I am a cat lover also. I didn't realize you'd lived in Wales, a favorite country of mine, although I prefer the northern section. And Scotland is another favorite country. Lucky you to live in Edinburgh.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Charlene.Delete
I have visited North Wales a couple of times. The scenery is wonderful, but jobs were easier to find in the south.
Edinburgh is a fine city, but I'm already looking for another place. I'm a wanderer...