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I've been rather quiet and spending little time online lately, and there's a very good, albeit sad, reason why. First my beloved Jack was sick with an infection in a bone defect in his mouth. He's mostly over that now, thank the Gods, though still sore, and we've since learned that his dizziness is being caused by an ear infection we've yet been able to get him to a doctor for and instead, while waiting on his doctor's appointment to come due, have been trying to treat the ear infection at home with very little success thus far. Don't get me wrong. I am worried about him, and I do hurt whenever my beloved hurts. I'm still praying for a speedy and full recovery for him, but the real tragedy lays with our beloved children instead.
As some of you know, we moved back on Samhain. We like our new home and have found many benefits from being here. We're actually blessed with jobs that give us 24/7 schedule of being able to be together in person and, so far, has been letting us work enough overtime that we can afford the hundreds of dollars it costs to buy the needed Revolution medicine for our babies. As some of you know, too, we've lost a few of our dear kids since moving. We have, until recently, thought that the problem was the flea infestation. We no longer have an infestation, -- but we lost two more darling, sweet souls just this past week. That makes 9 of our babies that have been stolen away far too prematurely from us since we moved.
The vets do not seem capable of locating the problem. We do know that the source is not feline leukemia, and doesn't appear to be any other disease. We've been able to take two of them to doctors -- or, rather, we took one and our extended family, who live beside us, took another. Both babies were suffering from kidney failure, with no sign as to what caused it. We have now come to think that some one is poisoning our beloved children, and we've learned, too, that this isn't the first case of poisoning and killing innocent souls that this neighborhood has seen though the others were quite some time well before we moved in.
We've now got our babies under lock and key to protect them. We hate that they can't run freely, but we don't know what else to do to save them at this point. We still don't know who's doing the poisoning, and if we could find the bastards, we'd gladly rip out their hearts with our bare hands and bury them where none would ever find them. And, aye, we most certainly do have the means of fulfilling that threat. We know places in the forests where no human would ever find them, and any predator that came across them would gladly finish the job. But how to successfully destroy an enemy when you can not even positively identify that enemy is the puzzle that we have no answer to.
For now all we can do is pull our family together even more strongly than ever before, keep beside each other and in love as always we have and will, protect our babies who are left, and grieve for those we have lost. Your prayers and good thoughts in this time are much needed, appreciated, and welcomed.
RIP
Tawny. Our wild and lovely girl went missing the very first night we were here. We tried to keep them all in, but she was just too feisty. We couldn't keep a grip on her. She broke free, ran away, and we never saw her again. Until just recently, we thought the train had gotten her.
Frosty, the only one we know for sure was not caused by poison. This poor dear climbed up inside of our neighbor's truck. We thought he might be guilty, despite all the good he's done for us and our babies, until he and his wife took Destiny to the vet on their own bill, are still grieving from her loss, and he built her an actual coffin and buried our sweet little Desty.
Smokey
Damn, he was such a handsome boy! Smokey was one of my top purrsonal sweethearts. :'-(
Kita. She was nothing but a little, fluffy ball of chocolaty sweetness.
Trent, our wild but loving Pirate boy.
Archie, my beloved Jack's top ship cat.
Mama. We tried to call her Snowball, but she only ever answered to Mama Kitty.
Cleopatra, also affectionately coined Mouth and Colors.
Faithy, my beloved Jack's top girl.
Destiny, so named for a time when we again accepted that it is our destiny to care for our Goddess', and our, babies.
Our hearts are still breaking.
As some of you know, we moved back on Samhain. We like our new home and have found many benefits from being here. We're actually blessed with jobs that give us 24/7 schedule of being able to be together in person and, so far, has been letting us work enough overtime that we can afford the hundreds of dollars it costs to buy the needed Revolution medicine for our babies. As some of you know, too, we've lost a few of our dear kids since moving. We have, until recently, thought that the problem was the flea infestation. We no longer have an infestation, -- but we lost two more darling, sweet souls just this past week. That makes 9 of our babies that have been stolen away far too prematurely from us since we moved.
The vets do not seem capable of locating the problem. We do know that the source is not feline leukemia, and doesn't appear to be any other disease. We've been able to take two of them to doctors -- or, rather, we took one and our extended family, who live beside us, took another. Both babies were suffering from kidney failure, with no sign as to what caused it. We have now come to think that some one is poisoning our beloved children, and we've learned, too, that this isn't the first case of poisoning and killing innocent souls that this neighborhood has seen though the others were quite some time well before we moved in.
We've now got our babies under lock and key to protect them. We hate that they can't run freely, but we don't know what else to do to save them at this point. We still don't know who's doing the poisoning, and if we could find the bastards, we'd gladly rip out their hearts with our bare hands and bury them where none would ever find them. And, aye, we most certainly do have the means of fulfilling that threat. We know places in the forests where no human would ever find them, and any predator that came across them would gladly finish the job. But how to successfully destroy an enemy when you can not even positively identify that enemy is the puzzle that we have no answer to.
For now all we can do is pull our family together even more strongly than ever before, keep beside each other and in love as always we have and will, protect our babies who are left, and grieve for those we have lost. Your prayers and good thoughts in this time are much needed, appreciated, and welcomed.
RIP
Tawny. Our wild and lovely girl went missing the very first night we were here. We tried to keep them all in, but she was just too feisty. We couldn't keep a grip on her. She broke free, ran away, and we never saw her again. Until just recently, we thought the train had gotten her.
Frosty, the only one we know for sure was not caused by poison. This poor dear climbed up inside of our neighbor's truck. We thought he might be guilty, despite all the good he's done for us and our babies, until he and his wife took Destiny to the vet on their own bill, are still grieving from her loss, and he built her an actual coffin and buried our sweet little Desty.
Smokey
Damn, he was such a handsome boy! Smokey was one of my top purrsonal sweethearts. :'-(
Kita. She was nothing but a little, fluffy ball of chocolaty sweetness.
Trent, our wild but loving Pirate boy.
Archie, my beloved Jack's top ship cat.
Mama. We tried to call her Snowball, but she only ever answered to Mama Kitty.
Cleopatra, also affectionately coined Mouth and Colors.
Faithy, my beloved Jack's top girl.
Destiny, so named for a time when we again accepted that it is our destiny to care for our Goddess', and our, babies.
Our hearts are still breaking.
