Not sure where to start but I guess I will just start
chronologically.
My step son’s cat died on the 23 Nov 12. His name was Kitty. He died from a respiratory infection. The
antibiotics from the vet didn’t seem to catch it in time and he died at home on
Cameron’s bed his favorite spot. My
husband was rushing home from work because I told him Kitty was suffering and
wouldn’t make it through the night so Matt was going to take him to the vet to
be put down. Kitty died right as Matt
arrived home. Cameron was at his mother’s thankfully so he didn’t see Kitty’s
last moments. He was a very sweet
cat. Taz and Kitty got along so
well. I know Taz misses him. They would play and race through the house.
A cell pic of him lounging on my paint brushes while I try to paint!
Then on the 28 Nov my mother in law died. She had fallen and broke her hip and was due
to go home the day after she died. She
was in rehabilitation in a nursing home for several months. She was a very sweet,good person that wasn’t
well in the few years I knew her. She
was on oxygen 24 hrs. a day and had difficulty walking or doing basic
tasks. I’m sure she is doing all the
things she missed doing and I imagine her happy and vivacious now.
She left behind her dog Jake. My plan was not to get any new animals; no other family members offered to take him. I felt bad for him and he really is a very
good, well behaved dog. He hasn’t done anything
wrong since he arrived.
It would really be nice if we had more space in the house,
and Taz- my cat is scared to death of the dog.
Taz spends his days under my bed for the last 2 weeks now. The dog
cannot go in that area of the house…..thanks to baby gates. It’s a barrage of
rotating animals, making sure gates are shut. Argh! I have to put Taz’s food under my bed,
he will not come out until at night when the Jake goes to sleep up in Cameron’s
room. I’ve tried holding Taz so he can see Jake with
Jake in a crate, or my husband holding Jake. It’s so stressful to me. I feel horrible for my cat and have
nightmares about my cat being jumped on by Jake which I’m sure Jake wouldn’t
do. Apparently my subconscious has its
own opinion as I had another one last night.
My rabbits also currently cannot come downstairs as I haven’t tried them being
loose with Jake. Did I mention Jake is a
big dog, part Sheppard part lab and a rescue from the animal shelter. I tried 1x taking him to the barn where I
board my horse so he could see barn cats without traumatizing my Taz. He tried chasing a cat that ran and pulled me
across the grass. Murphy is totally
unaffected and fearless and will stroll right by Jake on the floor to get where
she wants to go. She has improved leaps and bounds and is back
to her old self since I stopped meds.- Another story for another day.
I know my stress is so trivial in the large scheme of the
tragedies going on in the world today. My prayers go out to all those effected
with the horrible shooting in Connecticut.
In time I am sure things will improve and my nightmares & stress
will fade. All I want for Christmas is
animal peace in my household & Taz to not just live under my bed.
