Pretty easy for it to happen if you typically have 5+ cats at a time. Our cats Baldr and Þórr died within a month of each other, due to congestive heart failure. Two others–Grendel and Hermóðr–are in the last stages of HCM. We almost lost Bryhildr to FIP, before the treatment was approved; I think we spent about $5k on black-market GS-441254 to help her beat it. Wōtan had some kind of intestinal cancer; we don’t know exactly what, because it would have required a biopsy to be certain, and none of them are curable. Potet got out through a window that didn’t get closed and disappeared into the woods. Arthur was just old.
And all that’s in less than six years.
Together my partner and I have an entire shelf full of the cremated remains of the cats that we’ve had together and separately.
Well. He was small, round, and smelled like dirt all the time. He was an adorable little sphynx, mulishly stubborn, but so happy all the time. I’ve got a picture of him from when he was a kitten curled up in my motorcycle helmet. He’s the one that’s been the hardest, because there was never any real feeling of closure.
That’s not even half of the paw prints on her arm… I get what youre saying but mass die-offs are something I would expect only every 15-20 years. Unless they’re outdoor-only cats, maybe I’m just callous but I can’t imagine feeling so connected to 25+ outdoor-only cats that I commit each of them to my skin for the rest of my days.
Pretty easy for it to happen if you typically have 5+ cats at a time. Our cats Baldr and Þórr died within a month of each other, due to congestive heart failure. Two others–Grendel and Hermóðr–are in the last stages of HCM. We almost lost Bryhildr to FIP, before the treatment was approved; I think we spent about $5k on black-market GS-441254 to help her beat it. Wōtan had some kind of intestinal cancer; we don’t know exactly what, because it would have required a biopsy to be certain, and none of them are curable. Potet got out through a window that didn’t get closed and disappeared into the woods. Arthur was just old.
And all that’s in less than six years.
Together my partner and I have an entire shelf full of the cremated remains of the cats that we’ve had together and separately.
All those names seemed thematic until Potet.
Well. He was small, round, and smelled like dirt all the time. He was an adorable little sphynx, mulishly stubborn, but so happy all the time. I’ve got a picture of him from when he was a kitten curled up in my motorcycle helmet. He’s the one that’s been the hardest, because there was never any real feeling of closure.
That’s not even half of the paw prints on her arm… I get what youre saying but mass die-offs are something I would expect only every 15-20 years. Unless they’re outdoor-only cats, maybe I’m just callous but I can’t imagine feeling so connected to 25+ outdoor-only cats that I commit each of them to my skin for the rest of my days.