In June 2011, I met a woman who was standing in front of our local Petco, holding a cute gray tabby and crying. When I asked what was wrong, she said her husband hated cats and begged me to take her. She had found this older kitten, starving in her back yard, which bordered a large vacant field.
I invited her to our home so she could see that the cat would be all right. This self-assured little girl made her self right to home and got along with our other pets IMMEDIATELY. If you know cats, this almost never happens.
We couldn't decide between 2 names, so we named her Sophie-Phoebe. That day I made 2 new friends, Julie her founder and Sophie-Phoebe!
On a Sunday night the following August, Sophie-Phoebe stopped walking and dragged herself around the carpet. The next day, we saw our family vet, who suspected meningitis. He referred us to a specialist who had her admitted to Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialists in Houston. After 2 weeks of treatment, she was not improving and grew weaker. We carried her around on a padded, fleece covered board, sponge-bathed her, and fed her with an eye-dropper and a spoon for moist food. She never lost her appetite, and was never mean, never complaining. She seemed grateful for everything we were doing and seemed to know we were trying our best to help.
We dipped into our savings, and the woman who found her contributed too, for an expensive MRI where it was found she had cancer of the spine! Our family vet said that if we adopted 10,000 kittens that we would not ever find another kitten with cancer, it is that rare. I told him that was one lottery I never wanted to win.
We had a vet tech friend come to the house to put her to sleep on the evening of August 28, 2011. She had been to 6 different doctors, and I couldn't bring myself to take her to one more.
Julie played a song on the Korean harp and we all took turns petting her and saying goodbye. Our cats were close by, particularly her "mentor" Roxanne and play-buddy Joey-Angel, and seemed to know she was leaving us. We were all with her when she breathed her last, labored breath. She was free.
We sent her body to Gulf Coast, where she was then sent to Texas A&M School of Veterinary so they could take sample slides and whatever they needed for research into feline cancers. They then cremated her for us and returned her ashes.
We only had her for 2 months, and we only have a few photos to remember her by. Yet I will never regret taking her in. She was a feisty little miracle and made such an impression on all of us. She taught us so much; we will all love her forever.
I invited her to our home so she could see that the cat would be all right. This self-assured little girl made her self right to home and got along with our other pets IMMEDIATELY. If you know cats, this almost never happens.
We couldn't decide between 2 names, so we named her Sophie-Phoebe. That day I made 2 new friends, Julie her founder and Sophie-Phoebe!
On a Sunday night the following August, Sophie-Phoebe stopped walking and dragged herself around the carpet. The next day, we saw our family vet, who suspected meningitis. He referred us to a specialist who had her admitted to Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialists in Houston. After 2 weeks of treatment, she was not improving and grew weaker. We carried her around on a padded, fleece covered board, sponge-bathed her, and fed her with an eye-dropper and a spoon for moist food. She never lost her appetite, and was never mean, never complaining. She seemed grateful for everything we were doing and seemed to know we were trying our best to help.
We dipped into our savings, and the woman who found her contributed too, for an expensive MRI where it was found she had cancer of the spine! Our family vet said that if we adopted 10,000 kittens that we would not ever find another kitten with cancer, it is that rare. I told him that was one lottery I never wanted to win.
We had a vet tech friend come to the house to put her to sleep on the evening of August 28, 2011. She had been to 6 different doctors, and I couldn't bring myself to take her to one more.
Julie played a song on the Korean harp and we all took turns petting her and saying goodbye. Our cats were close by, particularly her "mentor" Roxanne and play-buddy Joey-Angel, and seemed to know she was leaving us. We were all with her when she breathed her last, labored breath. She was free.
We sent her body to Gulf Coast, where she was then sent to Texas A&M School of Veterinary so they could take sample slides and whatever they needed for research into feline cancers. They then cremated her for us and returned her ashes.
We only had her for 2 months, and we only have a few photos to remember her by. Yet I will never regret taking her in. She was a feisty little miracle and made such an impression on all of us. She taught us so much; we will all love her forever.
In June 2011, I met a woman who was standing in front of our local Petco, holding a cute gray tabby and crying. When I asked what was wrong, she said her husband hated cats and begged me to take her. She had found this older kitten, starving in her back yard, which bordered a large vacant field.
I invited her to our home so she could see that the cat would be all right. This self-assured little girl made her self right to home and got along with our other pets IMMEDIATELY. If you know cats, this almost never happens.
We couldn't decide between 2 names, so we named her Sophie-Phoebe. That day I made 2 new friends, Julie her founder and Sophie-Phoebe!
On a Sunday night the following August, Sophie-Phoebe stopped walking and dragged herself around the carpet. The next day, we saw our family vet, who suspected meningitis. He referred us to a specialist who had her admitted to Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialists in Houston. After 2 weeks of treatment, she was not improving and grew weaker. We carried her around on a padded, fleece covered board, sponge-bathed her, and fed her with an eye-dropper and a spoon for moist food. She never lost her appetite, and was never mean, never complaining. She seemed grateful for everything we were doing and seemed to know we were trying our best to help.
We dipped into our savings, and the woman who found her contributed too, for an expensive MRI where it was found she had cancer of the spine! Our family vet said that if we adopted 10,000 kittens that we would not ever find another kitten with cancer, it is that rare. I told him that was one lottery I never wanted to win.
We had a vet tech friend come to the house to put her to sleep on the evening of August 28, 2011. She had been to 6 different doctors, and I couldn't bring myself to take her to one more.
Julie played a song on the Korean harp and we all took turns petting her and saying goodbye. Our cats were close by, particularly her "mentor" Roxanne and play-buddy Joey-Angel, and seemed to know she was leaving us. We were all with her when she breathed her last, labored breath. She was free.
We sent her body to Gulf Coast, where she was then sent to Texas A&M School of Veterinary so they could take sample slides and whatever they needed for research into feline cancers. They then cremated her for us and returned her ashes.
We only had her for 2 months, and we only have a few photos to remember her by. Yet I will never regret taking her in. She was a feisty little miracle and made such an impression on all of us. She taught us so much; we will all love her forever.
I invited her to our home so she could see that the cat would be all right. This self-assured little girl made her self right to home and got along with our other pets IMMEDIATELY. If you know cats, this almost never happens.
We couldn't decide between 2 names, so we named her Sophie-Phoebe. That day I made 2 new friends, Julie her founder and Sophie-Phoebe!
On a Sunday night the following August, Sophie-Phoebe stopped walking and dragged herself around the carpet. The next day, we saw our family vet, who suspected meningitis. He referred us to a specialist who had her admitted to Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialists in Houston. After 2 weeks of treatment, she was not improving and grew weaker. We carried her around on a padded, fleece covered board, sponge-bathed her, and fed her with an eye-dropper and a spoon for moist food. She never lost her appetite, and was never mean, never complaining. She seemed grateful for everything we were doing and seemed to know we were trying our best to help.
We dipped into our savings, and the woman who found her contributed too, for an expensive MRI where it was found she had cancer of the spine! Our family vet said that if we adopted 10,000 kittens that we would not ever find another kitten with cancer, it is that rare. I told him that was one lottery I never wanted to win.
We had a vet tech friend come to the house to put her to sleep on the evening of August 28, 2011. She had been to 6 different doctors, and I couldn't bring myself to take her to one more.
Julie played a song on the Korean harp and we all took turns petting her and saying goodbye. Our cats were close by, particularly her "mentor" Roxanne and play-buddy Joey-Angel, and seemed to know she was leaving us. We were all with her when she breathed her last, labored breath. She was free.
We sent her body to Gulf Coast, where she was then sent to Texas A&M School of Veterinary so they could take sample slides and whatever they needed for research into feline cancers. They then cremated her for us and returned her ashes.
We only had her for 2 months, and we only have a few photos to remember her by. Yet I will never regret taking her in. She was a feisty little miracle and made such an impression on all of us. She taught us so much; we will all love her forever.
