I've always been touched when someone posts here about the passing of a pet. Now, unfortunataly, it is my turn.
A little over 15 years ago, my sister and I went to the Lollypop Farm to get a kitten.
We were trying to figure out which one to get and it came down to a couple. We were leaning towards getting one kitten but the other started to paw my fingers and do other things to get our attention so all that effort could not be unrewarded.
That attention hog got a name, Ginger.
Ginger was not a shrinking violet, she was feisty and didn't like to be held. But she was very affectionete in her own way, on her own terms. If she liked you, she loved to be petted and she loved to "park" on you.
She got into mischief too when she was young. Like when I came home one day and found her wandering around on the roof.
How did she manage that?
She squeezed through a broken window screen.
I got her down by climbing a ladder and coaxing her to come to me.
Over the years, Ginger did get pretty close to me. She would rub against me, lick me and lay near me. She would also tollerate being held by me the most although she would still complain about it.
She had good luck with her health, until about a couple years ago. She had a stubborn uriniary tract infection. Soon after we get the infection cleared up, we discovered she was going through renal (kidney) failure.
After that diagnosis, through special diet, tender loving care and a new suppliment that is supposed to support renal function we kept her going relatively well for at least a year(probabaly a year and a half). She was functioning and happy.
But this week, it all changed. We think it was partially triggered by hot weather but maybe it just was her time. She was not eating and not drinking very much and was widthdrawn.
She was already below weight because of her condition but this week had taken an additional pound off of her.
So, we had her put down.
It hasn't totally sunk in yet that she'll never be back. But I already miss her.