Lydia was discovered at the Multnomah County animal shelter in Portland, Oregon, by my sister, Nancy, in early 2007. She loved to tell me how Lydia, a cat, had literally jumped into her arms as if to say, "You are my human. Please take me home." Lydia was a lovely girl with long black and white fur and soulful green eyes. Lydia stole my sister's heart that day and came home to live a happy life with Nancy, her orange cat, Schlomo, and me (Kathie) and my kitties. She was an indoor kitty who could not only purr but could also "trill", reminding me of the Tribbles in a great Star Trek episode called "The Trouble with Tribbles" from the 1960's. She was able to trill and would place a paw on Nancy (like kitty sign language) to let her know what she wanted, be it food or pets or both. Lydia was always loving and affectionate, insisting upon always sleeping with Nancy, whom she adored. The feeling was mutual and, although she accepted pets from me, Lydia was always Nancy's special girl who never forgot who had rescued her. I often enjoyed singing "Lydia the Tattooed Lady" to her. I would usually be petting her as I sang, which produced long and loud purring from our sweet girl. In Lydia's later years she developed severe health issues requiring radiation treatment in 2019, but she persevered like the brave kitty she was. Her health had begun to decline this year, however, and she started receiving a number of medications due to her heart problems. Two days ago, a cardiologist at Dove Lewis Veterinary Clinic advised us that Lydia was nearing the end of her life and we realized we must prepare for the hardest part of loving her, having to say Goodbye. We were told that we might have a few days or weeks but no more than a month before she would pass. We brought her home and began to make arrangements for in home euthanasia, the kindest way we could think of, since she had brought so much joy to our lives.
Yesterday morning, Lydia woke up early with Nancy and was given her medications. Nancy said Lydia was meowing and she whispered that it was okay for her to go - and then she was gone. Nancy called me into her room and just held Lydia for a long time. It just seemed so sudden — hadn't the cardiologist said she might have a few days or weeks? Neither of us had been ready to say goodbye.
Lydia is buried in our backyard, not far from her "brother" Schlomo, who passed nine years ago. Thunder eggs and sea shells mark her grave. Our hearts are broken… Lydia is with our other kitties, dogs and birds that have gone before her. We hold to the belief that we will see them all again, one day, in Paradise, because it wouldn't be Heaven without them.
She is pictured with her "brother", Schlomo, Find a Grave #129703927. I will add more pictures of her when my laptop is fixed.
Yesterday morning, Lydia woke up early with Nancy and was given her medications. Nancy said Lydia was meowing and she whispered that it was okay for her to go - and then she was gone. Nancy called me into her room and just held Lydia for a long time. It just seemed so sudden — hadn't the cardiologist said she might have a few days or weeks? Neither of us had been ready to say goodbye.
Lydia is buried in our backyard, not far from her "brother" Schlomo, who passed nine years ago. Thunder eggs and sea shells mark her grave. Our hearts are broken… Lydia is with our other kitties, dogs and birds that have gone before her. We hold to the belief that we will see them all again, one day, in Paradise, because it wouldn't be Heaven without them.
She is pictured with her "brother", Schlomo, Find a Grave #129703927. I will add more pictures of her when my laptop is fixed.
Lydia was discovered at the Multnomah County animal shelter in Portland, Oregon, by my sister, Nancy, in early 2007. She loved to tell me how Lydia, a cat, had literally jumped into her arms as if to say, "You are my human. Please take me home." Lydia was a lovely girl with long black and white fur and soulful green eyes. Lydia stole my sister's heart that day and came home to live a happy life with Nancy, her orange cat, Schlomo, and me (Kathie) and my kitties. She was an indoor kitty who could not only purr but could also "trill", reminding me of the Tribbles in a great Star Trek episode called "The Trouble with Tribbles" from the 1960's. She was able to trill and would place a paw on Nancy (like kitty sign language) to let her know what she wanted, be it food or pets or both. Lydia was always loving and affectionate, insisting upon always sleeping with Nancy, whom she adored. The feeling was mutual and, although she accepted pets from me, Lydia was always Nancy's special girl who never forgot who had rescued her. I often enjoyed singing "Lydia the Tattooed Lady" to her. I would usually be petting her as I sang, which produced long and loud purring from our sweet girl. In Lydia's later years she developed severe health issues requiring radiation treatment in 2019, but she persevered like the brave kitty she was. Her health had begun to decline this year, however, and she started receiving a number of medications due to her heart problems. Two days ago, a cardiologist at Dove Lewis Veterinary Clinic advised us that Lydia was nearing the end of her life and we realized we must prepare for the hardest part of loving her, having to say Goodbye. We were told that we might have a few days or weeks but no more than a month before she would pass. We brought her home and began to make arrangements for in home euthanasia, the kindest way we could think of, since she had brought so much joy to our lives.
Yesterday morning, Lydia woke up early with Nancy and was given her medications. Nancy said Lydia was meowing and she whispered that it was okay for her to go - and then she was gone. Nancy called me into her room and just held Lydia for a long time. It just seemed so sudden — hadn't the cardiologist said she might have a few days or weeks? Neither of us had been ready to say goodbye.
Lydia is buried in our backyard, not far from her "brother" Schlomo, who passed nine years ago. Thunder eggs and sea shells mark her grave. Our hearts are broken… Lydia is with our other kitties, dogs and birds that have gone before her. We hold to the belief that we will see them all again, one day, in Paradise, because it wouldn't be Heaven without them.
She is pictured with her "brother", Schlomo, Find a Grave #129703927. I will add more pictures of her when my laptop is fixed.
Yesterday morning, Lydia woke up early with Nancy and was given her medications. Nancy said Lydia was meowing and she whispered that it was okay for her to go - and then she was gone. Nancy called me into her room and just held Lydia for a long time. It just seemed so sudden — hadn't the cardiologist said she might have a few days or weeks? Neither of us had been ready to say goodbye.
Lydia is buried in our backyard, not far from her "brother" Schlomo, who passed nine years ago. Thunder eggs and sea shells mark her grave. Our hearts are broken… Lydia is with our other kitties, dogs and birds that have gone before her. We hold to the belief that we will see them all again, one day, in Paradise, because it wouldn't be Heaven without them.
She is pictured with her "brother", Schlomo, Find a Grave #129703927. I will add more pictures of her when my laptop is fixed.
