I am a 911 dispatcher at a sheriff's office. On January 2, 2003, we got a call from a woman who reported that someone had dumped off two 3/4-grown kittens by her house. This particular town has no animal shelter and the police dept. doesn't typically handle cat calls. But, this officer had a soft spot for animals and knew how animal calls affect me, so he went. Knowing that I have a weakness for anything with fur and a heartbeat, he called from the house and asked if I would take them. It was a cold night and they were very hungry. How could I say no?
Bootsie was named after two former cats who had been in my family named Boots. He was black and white, as were they. Happy is gray and white and I called him Happy because of Happy New Year. They immediately took over my heart. Unlike most new pets, they never were nervous or disoriented. They acted like they'd lived there all their lives. They knew the layout of the house, made immediate friends with the other cats, etc. That first night, Bootsie slept on my shoulder. If I turned my head or rolled over, he came around to the other side so as to have his face to my face. He did that up until the time that he got sick. And, he'd purr like the dickens, which he did right up until the day he died. He was so sweet and always the peacemaker with the other cats, too.
In early April, he was diagnosed with dry F.I.P. through blood tests and clinical signs after having become ill with what the vet thought was a respiratory infection and antibiotics failed. I had lost a cat the last year to wet F.I.P. and knew the devastating, horrible progress of this awful virus. I prayed for more time with him. I expected a few days. I got nearly a month. He hung on for a month without a lot of change other than losing weight. Then, he took a turn for the worst. I had him euthanized May 6, 2003. It was a hard decision, but I couldn't let him suffer like my other cat had. He was in pain. He was my friend and I owed him that gentle death rather than suffering.
Booter, Thank you so much for blessing my life for the short time you did. You gave me so much joy and I hope that I gave you joy, too. I know you knew I love you and I know you loved me back. I love you always. With my whole heart, in fact.
Your human, Becky
Bootsie was named after two former cats who had been in my family named Boots. He was black and white, as were they. Happy is gray and white and I called him Happy because of Happy New Year. They immediately took over my heart. Unlike most new pets, they never were nervous or disoriented. They acted like they'd lived there all their lives. They knew the layout of the house, made immediate friends with the other cats, etc. That first night, Bootsie slept on my shoulder. If I turned my head or rolled over, he came around to the other side so as to have his face to my face. He did that up until the time that he got sick. And, he'd purr like the dickens, which he did right up until the day he died. He was so sweet and always the peacemaker with the other cats, too.
In early April, he was diagnosed with dry F.I.P. through blood tests and clinical signs after having become ill with what the vet thought was a respiratory infection and antibiotics failed. I had lost a cat the last year to wet F.I.P. and knew the devastating, horrible progress of this awful virus. I prayed for more time with him. I expected a few days. I got nearly a month. He hung on for a month without a lot of change other than losing weight. Then, he took a turn for the worst. I had him euthanized May 6, 2003. It was a hard decision, but I couldn't let him suffer like my other cat had. He was in pain. He was my friend and I owed him that gentle death rather than suffering.
Booter, Thank you so much for blessing my life for the short time you did. You gave me so much joy and I hope that I gave you joy, too. I know you knew I love you and I know you loved me back. I love you always. With my whole heart, in fact.
Your human, Becky
I am a 911 dispatcher at a sheriff's office. On January 2, 2003, we got a call from a woman who reported that someone had dumped off two 3/4-grown kittens by her house. This particular town has no animal shelter and the police dept. doesn't typically handle cat calls. But, this officer had a soft spot for animals and knew how animal calls affect me, so he went. Knowing that I have a weakness for anything with fur and a heartbeat, he called from the house and asked if I would take them. It was a cold night and they were very hungry. How could I say no?
Bootsie was named after two former cats who had been in my family named Boots. He was black and white, as were they. Happy is gray and white and I called him Happy because of Happy New Year. They immediately took over my heart. Unlike most new pets, they never were nervous or disoriented. They acted like they'd lived there all their lives. They knew the layout of the house, made immediate friends with the other cats, etc. That first night, Bootsie slept on my shoulder. If I turned my head or rolled over, he came around to the other side so as to have his face to my face. He did that up until the time that he got sick. And, he'd purr like the dickens, which he did right up until the day he died. He was so sweet and always the peacemaker with the other cats, too.
In early April, he was diagnosed with dry F.I.P. through blood tests and clinical signs after having become ill with what the vet thought was a respiratory infection and antibiotics failed. I had lost a cat the last year to wet F.I.P. and knew the devastating, horrible progress of this awful virus. I prayed for more time with him. I expected a few days. I got nearly a month. He hung on for a month without a lot of change other than losing weight. Then, he took a turn for the worst. I had him euthanized May 6, 2003. It was a hard decision, but I couldn't let him suffer like my other cat had. He was in pain. He was my friend and I owed him that gentle death rather than suffering.
Booter, Thank you so much for blessing my life for the short time you did. You gave me so much joy and I hope that I gave you joy, too. I know you knew I love you and I know you loved me back. I love you always. With my whole heart, in fact.
Your human, Becky
Bootsie was named after two former cats who had been in my family named Boots. He was black and white, as were they. Happy is gray and white and I called him Happy because of Happy New Year. They immediately took over my heart. Unlike most new pets, they never were nervous or disoriented. They acted like they'd lived there all their lives. They knew the layout of the house, made immediate friends with the other cats, etc. That first night, Bootsie slept on my shoulder. If I turned my head or rolled over, he came around to the other side so as to have his face to my face. He did that up until the time that he got sick. And, he'd purr like the dickens, which he did right up until the day he died. He was so sweet and always the peacemaker with the other cats, too.
In early April, he was diagnosed with dry F.I.P. through blood tests and clinical signs after having become ill with what the vet thought was a respiratory infection and antibiotics failed. I had lost a cat the last year to wet F.I.P. and knew the devastating, horrible progress of this awful virus. I prayed for more time with him. I expected a few days. I got nearly a month. He hung on for a month without a lot of change other than losing weight. Then, he took a turn for the worst. I had him euthanized May 6, 2003. It was a hard decision, but I couldn't let him suffer like my other cat had. He was in pain. He was my friend and I owed him that gentle death rather than suffering.
Booter, Thank you so much for blessing my life for the short time you did. You gave me so much joy and I hope that I gave you joy, too. I know you knew I love you and I know you loved me back. I love you always. With my whole heart, in fact.
Your human, Becky
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