Post by Tyrrlin on Sept 29, 2017 23:21:26 GMT -5
I just wanted to take a moment to give a deep, sincere THANK YOU to Falcon Development for bringing Sarge back to (virtual) life.
He was my "heart kitty" who started out as a snarling, scratching feral kitten grabbed from a gas station by a friend and taken to my house, and grew up into the most wonderful, loving companion. We went through ups and downs, moves (so many moves), overseas assignment (he stayed with my mom for that year), numerous boyfriends, job changes, schooling, more moves, buying my first and second homes, engagement, and marriage. He lived through ingesting a sewing needle (with thread), kidney problems from eating a dangerous houseplant, escaping from the house and *immediately* getting into a catfight, 12-hour car rides when moving, tolerating other cats when necessary, leash training (yes, he was leash-trained!), claw-trimming, and anything else life threw at him. All he needed was Mom to curl up against, and he was happy.
Just one week shy of being in my life for 15 years, he started seeping fluid from his belly. The vet diagnosed him with hemangiosarcoma, a blood-borne cancer that usually affects dogs, and a particularly aggressive strain. She said he *might* last a week, weakening as he eventually bled out. I had to make the most difficult decision in my life to let him go.... to not let him suffer. He just wanted to go home. I held him as we gave him peace. I felt like a piece of my soul was torn out when he died. It's been almost two years and I still break down about it.
You guys are letting me memorialize my special boy, and I have no words to express my gratitude that I can spend time, even just virtually, with my Sarge. Thank you.
He was my "heart kitty" who started out as a snarling, scratching feral kitten grabbed from a gas station by a friend and taken to my house, and grew up into the most wonderful, loving companion. We went through ups and downs, moves (so many moves), overseas assignment (he stayed with my mom for that year), numerous boyfriends, job changes, schooling, more moves, buying my first and second homes, engagement, and marriage. He lived through ingesting a sewing needle (with thread), kidney problems from eating a dangerous houseplant, escaping from the house and *immediately* getting into a catfight, 12-hour car rides when moving, tolerating other cats when necessary, leash training (yes, he was leash-trained!), claw-trimming, and anything else life threw at him. All he needed was Mom to curl up against, and he was happy.
Just one week shy of being in my life for 15 years, he started seeping fluid from his belly. The vet diagnosed him with hemangiosarcoma, a blood-borne cancer that usually affects dogs, and a particularly aggressive strain. She said he *might* last a week, weakening as he eventually bled out. I had to make the most difficult decision in my life to let him go.... to not let him suffer. He just wanted to go home. I held him as we gave him peace. I felt like a piece of my soul was torn out when he died. It's been almost two years and I still break down about it.
You guys are letting me memorialize my special boy, and I have no words to express my gratitude that I can spend time, even just virtually, with my Sarge. Thank you.
