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I found Sashi in a rain storm when I was 24. She was 2.5 pounds. She was supposed to be 8. When I found her she was walking in a dirt road. I was with a friend at the time and she would not move from in front of my car. I got out and asked a person at a farm house if she was theirs. They said she wasn't and that they would shoot her if she stayed around the premises or on their property. She literally smelled like roadkill. I couldn't believe her emaciated little being was still alive. Though she looked and smelled like death and decay, she knew she was finally in someone's arms. She purred loudly and tried to give me love bites. When I took her home, I thought of placing her. But it's here our story together began. When I brought her to the vet, she was so emaciated and dehydrated the veterinarian who saw her could not ascertain her sex. It turned out that somebody dumped her or no longer cared for her because she had a cleft palate, a hole in the roof of her mouth. Anytime she would try to eat or drink, food and water would come right back out of her nose. Veterinarians recommended surgery for her. When the surgeries didn't work (some surgeries were incredibly painful and brutal for her), they recommended euthanasia. After the 8th surgery, which always makes me shutter in disbelief, I decided she would never be put through invasive surgery again. I requested the metal stitches be removed after the 7th surgery. However, the specialist at the time performed an 8th surgery, despite my instructions for him not to. After the 8th surgery, she was in horrific pain and the cleft palate became enlarged so that it became twice its original size. Ironically, surgeries made her condition much worse and almost killed her. Since she still could not eat or drink on her own, I found ways to feed her and give her fluids through a syringe. This kept her alive, and happy for the most part, up until the last few days or weeks of her death. I had her for 8 years. She had a passion for life, that I will never quite understand. Her soul was so beautiful. Every waking moment I thought of her. And every waking moment she showed me that pure beauty was in the form of a cat. I miss her so terribly. Wherever I go, she will always be in my heart. I will always remember her and love her dearly. Little "Powder Puff Raisin" was found homeless on a biking path. He was emaciated and very frightened. I captured him and took him home. It took him a long time to trust humans, but he loved tuna and sitting on people's laps and adored sleeping on the pillows at night above my head. He suffered for years with intestinal and digestive upsets, malnutrition and an inability to gain weight, despite numerous vet visits. Veterinarians simply said "they didn't know" the reasons he couldn't process food. Powder lived with me for ~8 years. He was extra small and extra cute. I |
