Our lovely trees

We never had a party around tree decorating. AC's post has inspired me for this post, though.  [Tree Decorating Party 2019]

We've had different trees. We don't really do a tree since Daisy fried ours, and burned her tongue. There isn't a day I don't miss her. She's been rehomed after fighting with her siblings.

She loved that tree!

We've had simple trees in the past. One year I decorated the caterpillar. Another, my large plants.

One year it was a tree branch, it depends upon the size of your home!

This is our little Charlie Brown tree. It had a little set of white lights. The kittens killed my little tree lights. What a pain. I tried to fix them, but I cannot see well enough to do it.

Monday we went to get our meds from the pharmacy and I spotted these new tree lights. So did the kittens, right away. It was like a magnet.

tree lights from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.

Just for fun, this is our Sadie (2005 – 2015). The kittens looks so much like her! I must dig out Frosty, too.

 

I'm on the mend, thanks, all for checking in. I'm managing symptoms, which are lessening. I have to take the kittens to the vet today. It shouldn't be too bad. Annabelle has to go in for her annual checkup, too.

JB's taking his antibiotics. I'm certainly taking it easy, as is he. He's just resting and coughing.

Feline Celebration of Life

It's been a sad few weeks, but things are going to be better. Dorah's been set on the rainbow bridge to join Buster and Sadie.

Hubby bought me flowers for my support.
As one FB friend said, Dorah is joining the other cats,  chasing butterflies on the other side. We put her down Tuesday, Nov. 7th at 5 p.m.  We worked so hard with her. I didn't realize how many photos featured both Daisy and Dorah. Lately, she spent most of her time alone in the basement. Hubby would go down and read to keep her company.

Quality of life is important, for all of us.
The veterinary staff were amazing. They talked us through it all, helping us assure we'd made the right decision.

I contacted an animal psychic, who assured us Dorah understood. What the heck. Comforting words all around.

Sady cat R.I.P. (2005 - 2015)

Hubby and Sady

Well, this was the the day on Tuesday.  She was increasingly weaker, I could feel her back bones through her gaunt body. She and I had a nice visit the day before, by the warm fire, while her daddy was sent to bed with a happy pill. Her eyes were just not right.  She wasn't the cat who would let me tim her toe nails, not for months. No longer the cat who would play out on the lake ice, with Oliver, roll on the warm cement step at the end of the dock in the sunshine. We had a good chat, and I could tell she was having a bad time. She loved the cottage, when we lived there, chasing a Pine marten up into a tree.

The vets are amazing and truly need to talk to people doctors about end-of-life care. Not obviously in pain, she is unable to take in sustenance, and at this stage of dying many of my hospice clients cannot digest, either. 'Do you think it's time to put her down?' the vet asked JB on the phone. So civilized this end-of-life care.  They have been so good with him, and with her.

Edith Piaf: "Non, je ne regrette rien."

I have collected all the photos I could find for JB.

Hubby wrote about her...

There was a chance to put her on something that might have given her a few more months but she was just spending the day under my dresser, coming downstairs to sit with me at night. She was too weak to handle the other cats in play, and was becoming frightened to walk down the hall. She couldn't eat, she would be in the kitchen waiting for me in the morning, and meowing to be fed, but no matter what I put in front of her, she couldn't eat it. 

 It was no life for the strong, brave cat, that has been my constant companion for the last ten years. The only thing that she loved was me, not other cats, nor people (though she tolerated Jenn and the grandchildren). She followed me everywhere, even onto the frozen lake at Bala. I was seldom in the house with out her beside me. Her love for me, was more like a dog, fierce and unconditional. So I am very sad, and very relieved that her suffering is over. 

I don't want to go by inches when my time comes, and I didn't want her to either. I didn't want her to outlive me, as she would have been lost with out me, but she could have waited a while longer.

She was a fierce cat, and treed a fisher on Oct. 31st, 2007.

Sady at the vet in January.

Looked left and right!

She gives Daisy a growl!

She loved the lake - now she prefers indoors

Sady just pretended to go after it.
They have such similar colouring!

Sadie mushes a catnip ball

The late Oliver, and sister, Sadie, 2009

Sadie & Buster ,
on the table near the tree house.

Sady and the late Mitzi