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I know this has nothing to do with glassware, but I just have to talk about Cats. I saw this video on grown men playing with little, baby kitties. These big burly men were apprehensive about meeting little tiny kittens. Their reaction is adorable just like these cute, little balls of fur. This video made me think about my own cats when they were kittens.
So much energy, bouncing and playful. This leads me to say they do grow up and now my Simba is 19 years old, and has kidney disease and is almost blind. The doctors say she is not ready to be put down as she is in no pain, she eats well and still runs up and down the stairs.
In fact, she gets up and down those stairs better than I do.
Now is her time to be taken care of! It is her turn. She provided so much joy and love to my whole family that it is only natural that I should take care of her in her old age. I hope someone takes care of me as well as I am taking care of her.
She needs plenty of fluids so I leave the water gently running from the sink faucet in the bathroom as that is the only way she will drink water. It is cold. So I provide a stool for her to jump up on and a towel for her to sit on. She stays up there sometimes and sleeps so she has easy access.
I have to lead her to her bowl of food several times a day to be sure that she eats.
Oh! did I mention the vet says she has kitty dementia and Alzheimer's? I have dementia and Alzheimers! This is the blind leading the blind here. Just kidding about me, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Now one more thing...the vet wanted me to stick a needle in her every week and give her fluids. I tried. I really tried, but it did not go well. I couldn't get the needle in, when I did she jumped and it came out, I stuck my self and bleed all over everywhere. Plus it is hard. So I pay $25.00 a week for a tech to come by the house and give her fluids intravenously. Better that she be mad at the tech instead of me. A small price to pay for 19 years of love.
I have to face the inevitable and Simba will have to go to sleep. I had to put two others down and it is painful no doubt. But I have to look at the joy that she brought all of us. One day it will be me and my kids may have to go through that. It is called the cycle of life. We must celebrate the joy of life of all living creatures to ease the pain of them being no more.
I know I said I wasn't going to talk about glassware, but then I did think about the glassware I have painted of cats and wanted to share. These make great
cat lover gifts.
It is a lovely way to commemorate our beautiful animals.
Let me know what you think? Have you had to go through this experience yourself? Tell me.......
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