In the spring of 2016, the vet told us that Shasta had two potentially lethal conditions - thrombocytopenia (a blood/platelet disorder)and degenerative myelopathy (weakness and possible eventual paralysis in the rear legs). She wasn’t expected to live for more than six months.
But boy, did she live – for more than two years past that diagnosis!
What eventually did sweet Shasta in was a brain tumor, which caused increasingly frequent seizures and slowly stole her ability to get around, to play, and to be the happy, tennis-ball-obsessed doggie she was.
Once the seizures began last spring, we didn’t think Shasta would live long enough to make the move with us to Gig Harbor. But she did make the move, and she LOVED her new home!
Her legs often gave out under her, but she was happy. It was not time yet.
When it was time, she let us know. On the morning of July 10th, we called Suzanne, a vet who does compassionate euthanasia at home and asked her to come that evening.
Then we spent the day loving on Shasta.
Quinn seemed to know. And she seemed to accept what was happening. Maybe animals are better at that than we are.
Thanks to Suzanne’s compassion and care, Shasta’s departure was peaceful.
We miss Shasta so much! But we know that she stayed as long as she could.
Quinn is adjusting well and actually seems to like being the spoiled only child. We take her with us to restaurants, to community events, and to the park, and she is reveling in it all.
Another puppy? No, thank you. Not now or anytime soon. I think we’ll just continue to spoil the one we have.
Two weeks ago I stopped by Homeward Pet to donate a cat bed – because, you know, even though we spend a small fortune on exquisite cat beds, they actually prefer BOXES.
Duh.
(Oh, sweet, sweet Boo. May he rest in peace. Sniff.)
As I turned to walk out the door, I found myself asking whether I could “just take a peek” at the binder containing photos of cats currently up for adoption. It’s almost as if someone else spoke those words. Seriously, I had no such (conscious) plans…
And then THIS happened:
And then this happened:
Translation: “Can we keep him? Please?”
And then, the next day, THIS happened:
Can you blame me?
See that closed door? Thanks to the detailed instructions, guidance, and support provided by Homeward Pet, we knew to keep that door closed for a good three to four days, at least. (And during those days we changed Fergus’ name to Archer - code name: Duchess… who knows where that’s from?!) During those days, Archer became comfortable in “his” room and Tom and I got to know him (and him, us) better.
What a sweetie!
Bailey, being of dim wit (our “special child”) barely noticed the new addition, and certainly didn’t care that there was a new kitty in the house. As long as Bailey can sleep in her customary locations, all is good with her world.
But Simon, Mr. Alpha Cat, was a completely different story. Simon knew immediately! He just hung out outside Archer’s door, smelling and pacing and smelling some more – which is exactly what he should have been doing. Apparently, smell is the most important sense in the world of cat introductions.
On the third day, we allowed Simon into Archer’s room – while Archer explored the very kitty-laden smells of our bedroom. They never met during this shuffling, as we used our office as a “holding room” while moving each kitty into a new environment. We wanted them to get very used to each other’s smell before allowing them any face-to-face contact.
We’d been told that, although Archer had not previously lived with cats, he had lived with a large mastiff. Knowing that introductions to the dogs would likely be easier than introductions to the cats (or at least to Simon), I put Archer into the cat carrier (which I had left in his room and with which he had become comfortable) and I took him into the livingroom.
Once Archer saw the dogs, he just wanted OUT!
Trepidaciously, I opened the zipper a bit, thinking he’d sniff and explore from the safety of the carrier. Instead, he immediately used his nose to open the zipper! He couldn’t get out to greet the dogs (and the house) fast enough! (The other cats were behind closed doors at this point.) Yup, Archer had most definitely lived with – and perhaps even ruled over – a big dog! Shasta really didn’t care about Archer at all, but Quinn fell deeply and madly in love right away!
From that point on, Quinn just had to be part of everything! She adores her new friend and wants to be with Archer at all times. It seemed to be mutual, so we just allowed them to be together as often as they both wanted – which was always.
At this point, it was time to allow Archer and Simon a glimpse of each other – a controlled glimpse.
We cracked the door open just enough for the kitties to see each other. There was lots of curiousity, but no real aggression, other than a lazy hiss now and then.
For the next day or two, this is as close to each other as we allowed Simon and Archer to get – and we made sure that these interactions were all very positive, with lots of treats and playing and petting for both cats, in view of each other.
Once it seemed that the cats were comfortable and even wanting more, I put Archer back into the carrier and brought him into the hall to “be” with Simon. Simon decided it was time to PLAY!
Progress?! Perhaps -- at poor Archer’s expense. But progress nonetheless. After this, Archer was pooped – and probably a bit overwhelmed!
That night, we introduced both cats to THE best cat toy on the face of the earth: Da Bird. I was skeptical when the adoption counselor at Homeward Pet suggested we get this specific toy and no other, swearing it was by far the best “hunting” toy available for cats. But she was absolutely correct. It is, like she insisted, “cat crack”! Maybe it’s the construction that mimics a fly fishing lure, with the same spins and whirrs and bounces, but they LOVE this thing! I truly believe that this toy made kitty introductions 100% easier.
Tom took one Da Bird and I took the other and we gave Archer and Simon a long parallel play session, which they loved.
(Did you catch that Tom, being wiser than me, suggested that we “call it” while things were positive and comfortable for both kitties? We did, and it was probably a good idea.)
At this point, the cats seemed to tolerate, and even enjoy, each other enough to just hang for a bit together.
Supervised, of course.
I swear, Archer could not figure out how one resident cat could be so fun and playful, while the other pretty much ignored him and just wants her spaaaaace.
So here’s where we are now:
Simon and Archer have begun to play together – nicely, like this, for the most part. (I don’t count on Bailey ever playing with Archer. Just leave her alone and let her sleep, fergoodnesssake!)
We did have one set-back yesterday, when Simon cornered Archer, resulting in plenty of hissing and deep, loud meowing, along with an under-the-bed tussle, which freaked me out a bit. But no one got hurt and, I’d guess, a certain amount of posturing took place.
All three kitties have been asleep in the same room for hours today, almost two weeks after we adopted Archer. The slow introductions were well worth it and I believe that we are well on our way to having a harmonious menagerie around here.
Now if I hint at wanting another cat someday, please STOP ME – because four cats definitely does a cat lady make!
I didn't mean to give up on it; I meant to uninstall and reinstall it, in an effort to get it to work again. But now that I dumped it, I'm given error message after error message, preventing me from re-installing it. So I'm trying a new browser (Chrome) to see whether I can figure out this NOT-WYSIWYG-ness of Blogger.
Bear with me.
I have to type blocks of copy, inserting photos along the way. What topic allows me lots of photos? Oh, I know!
Amoosh! (Baby Alex's name for animals. In this case, Shasta and baby Quinn)
So far, so good. (And I could even drag and drop!) But what happens if I add a whole bunch of photos?
I miss Boo! (Enough of a text blog for testing purposes?)
Five amoosh!
Maybe Blogger works better in Chrome because Google owns both Blogger and Chrome. So far, this is not a frustrating experience.
Simon has a way of throwing things off - often literally... off a counter. So I'll live dangerously and post a few photos of him, seeing if I can disrupt the force.
Wow! I could drag and drop multiple photos at once - though I can't insert a break without inserting a caption.
Maybe I should reign things back to the safe zone. Posting a few photos of Boo (rest his kitty soul) should do that:
Wasn't he handsome?
Know how much I miss him? THIS much:
Damn that coyote!
He had very little pride. Or he was just pretty lazy.
Yeah, this is pretty much how I feel about Boo.
Good thing I have this girl to keep me company:
Not that she is a squishy, quintessential Golden puppy anymore. She's all grown up!
But she's still dang cute! Just like her big sister, Shasta... who is getting so OLD!
So this was fairly painless. Unlike writing blog posts with Blogger on Firefox, I have not been pulling out my hair and using flowery language, trying to get the output to match the input. This is good news! I just might begin to blog a bit more now.
