We have two cats Sunshine and Shadow. We live in the country but do not let them outside. It is a tough decision as neighborhood cats often come around to "pester" them. Our neighbors have lost 2 cats due to coy dogs over the last 2 years. This makes the decision to keep them indoors all the more easier.
Shadow who is 7 years old, had investigative surgery when she was a kitten that cost over $1000 with no guarantee they would solve the problem. They did get the hairball and now is about 18 lbs. We keep her on a diet but with 2 cats it is tough. Your descript portrayal of Jenny Jo, especially looking to that final place really touched me. I can only imagine someday a similar end for Shadow. Since we have eliminated risk in keeping them indoors, this will really be a serious blow to our family. One that I know will take a long time to get over. Our thoughts go out with you as you remember your precious little soul and you get through the grieving process. Take care and god bless. To the list: Once, Shadow who is a black cat lost a 1/4 inch tuft of fur from her tail. I still have the fly I tied with it. Her cat hair makes a nice streamer wing and I used a pearlescent mylar body over red thread. I will never fish this fly as one day I am sure, it will be a very memorable artifact. Thanks, Chris -----Original Message----- From: Desert Eagle [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Thursday, July 10, 2003 9:57 PM To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [VFB] Re: Sad news...Reply from Theresa.. Thank you everyone for responding to our loss, You are all so very caring and you realize just what pain this has caused. Jenny Jo was such a sweetheart of a cat. He had such a sweetness about him. I must explain something here. Jenny Joe was a boy cat. We named him after one of our other cats that was ate by a coyote just less than a year ago. Loved that little one too. But little Jenny Joe was "MY" cat. He must have gotten attacked late that evening/night, wandered home, very, very hurt and tired. He didn't want to die anywhere but home. He wanted to be around people who loved him. Jimi said he was so tore up and didn't move much until Amanda and I got home. He heard our voices and perked up as much as he could. I started petting him and being real gentle with him. He loved it. He was so responsive. He tried to get up, but he was hurting and pulling on his massive bruises and gashes. He was in too much pain and agony. He tried so hard though. He fought a good fight, he just couldn't deal with the pain anymore. I stayed up pretty much most of the night with him and sort of dozed off thinking he'll be fine and I kept hearing him, But the moans didn't sound as bad. Then I heard him let out this loud painful meow and he was in the bathroom and I thought he needed a drink of water, no he was trying to squeeze between the tub and the cabinet he would have never have made it. I think he was going there to die. I picked him up and tried with little success to move him without pain. I moved him and got him as comfortable as I could. It was just a little later I heard that painful wail again, He came into the living room and went behind the couch again and shortly thereafter let one more cry out and he died. Jenny Joe loved us all and was such a joy to have known. We will miss him. The same night one of our other precious cats, Moonlight, disappeared and hasn't been seen since that night, I pray she shows up. Another sweetheart..... Thank you all again for your kind thoughts, Theresa G.
