Welcome to another edition of Photo Friday! The last few days around these parts have been difficult, which makes this post a bit of a downer, and I apologize for that in advance.
On Sunday we noticed that our sweet Blackberry kitty was looking awful thin. She’s always been small – bordering on tiny – and she was always more fluff than substance – so it was difficult to tell that she was in distress. She has never been overly affectionate…generally coming out to let us know that her water bowl was empty or to hide in a box or to sit on the scale.
Sunday was different, though. She sat at the water bowl and wouldn’t stop crying, so Sweet Husband picked her up and noticed that he could feel all the bones in her spine. When I say that she has always been tiny, I don’t believe that she’s ever weighed more than 5 pounds.One of the hardest things about being a pet owner is letting go. Click To Tweet
She was abandoned on my grandmother’s front porch when she was just a week or so old. her litter mates died, and she was left with a terrible injection that took a year of antibiotics to clear up. I finally told the vet that I couldn’t afford to keep coming to see them every couple of weeks…wasn’t there something they could do? And the vet said yes but they had hesitated because the antibiotics were so powerful that it would damage her growth plates – leaving her a small cat. That final round of medicine did the trick, but all of the infection left her blind in one eye. In my estimation, the infection made its way to her little brain too because she was never quite right. Several years later, she suffered an ear infection that ruptured an ear drum…so she was my half-blind, half-deaf, all stupid kitteh.
Blackberry came home with me in August of 2002. She used to be my ever-faithful and accurate alarm clock. My house in Reno had a jack-and-jill bathroom and a vanity between the master bedroom and the bathroom. In the mornings, she would do laps – hopping off the bed, racing trough the vanity, into the bathroom and through the shower, out into the hallway and back around into the bedroom and up on the bed to make the lap again. She would do that until I got up and got in the shower…where she joined me, splashing around, trying to “catch” my toes and the water as it ran down the drain.
She moved from Reno to Hattiesburg to Louisville to Hattiesburg to the Coast with me – never quite happy about it but going with the flow. When SH, his brother, and best friend came to Louisville to help me move home, she was “lost” and the boys were panicked about what I would do if she wasn’t found. She turned up in an empty cabinet space…in the corner, underneath the cabinets.
She used to be my girl but like the dog, she became SH’s kitty, which I suppose is OK…he’s a cat kinda guy. Over the last few days of the B’erd’s life, she spent a whole lot of time on his chest, getting snuggles and kisses and loves.
One of the hardest things about being a pet owner is the letting go. They will always leave us too soon; we will never be ready to let them go. Even though I had Blackberry almost 14 years, it wasn’t long enough. And in trying to prepare myself to let her go, I waited too long. We meant to take her to the vet, to allow them to do their thing, but as we were moving towards the truck, it became apparent she wasn’t going to last long enough for the ride.
So we sat under the gazebo and held her until she was gone. I’m not an overly emotional person – I hold things close to the vest. Letting Blackberry go was extremely difficult – harder than when my Peach cat passed a couple of years ago. I don’t know if it’s because Blackberry was the first one that was just mine or because I fought so hard that first year. Regardless, my kitten is gone, and it breaks my heart.In the end that's all we can ask for - a good life. Click To Tweet
We are now a family of four, and I don’t think we will ever have another cat. As much as I loved Blackberry, I didn’t love cleaning a liter box, and SH won’t, as much as he loves cats. She will be our last. She had a good life with us, and I suppose in the end, that’s all we can ask for – a good life, surrounded by all those that we love.
If I could impose – one of my best friends in the world is in the hospital tonight. She and her family have been through the wringer. Her husband suffered a diving accident and is paralyzed from the chest down, although he is living a very active life, determined to live his life to the fullest. While he was recovering, dear Amber was diagnosed with breast cancer. She’s been in remission for several years. However, this morning, apparently an ear infection spread to her brain. Originally they thought she’d had a stroke, but further tests revealed the stroke-like symptoms are the infection. It was so bad that the pressure caused a fracture in her skull. At 5:30 Thursday evening, she was in surgery, hoping to drain some of the fluid on her brain, relieve some of the pressure, and hopefully clear out some of the infection. Both she and her husband are some of the kindest, best people in the world – would give you the shirt of their backs. If you could spare a moment to send a thought Amber’s way – to pray if that’s what you do – I’d appreciate it. She means so very much to me…even if she is thousands of miles away.
It’s time for another Photo Friday link-up! I’m so glad that y’all are here and that you support each other so beautifully. Isay it all the time, but the thing I love most about our link up is the community that has been created. Y’all are amazing!
You’ll have to go check out Stephanie’s photos, if you haven’t already. (I can’t share her images with you here so click on her link!)
Our last added link came from Ruth Daly, sharing street art with us. If you didn’t check her out last week, pop by her page and take a look at some of the amazing work of street artists.
As always, I can’t wait to see what you’re going to be sharing with us this week!