We’ve been worried about Olivia. She had that “I’m not eating” scare three months ago and our favorite vets did a thorough check up on her. They didn’t find anything wrong. In fact, she had very good numbers in every category. With that said, we did chose not to have an ultrasound and deeper testing done beyond that due to costs.
She’s eleven years old and seems very tired. She will tell you she could stand to eat five times a day if we were here 24/7 to feed her. Nothing can change our work schedules. She’s fed canned food twice a day and gets a handful of her favorite kibble twice a day as well. And she’ll beg for whatever we happen to be eating ourselves. We generally don’t share people food with our cats but have been known to share cheese if and when we happen to have any. Over the past few days we’ve been giving her more canned food and Mom bought kitten kibble with hopes that will put a bit more weight on her (on Olivia, not Mom who doesn’t need more weight).
Lately, she’s been snuggling into pillows and with brother Quint at night. That’s not too unusual and given it’s cooler here now, not too unexpected. We’re happy for the good amount of winter sun puddles we’re getting for her to bask in this week. We were hoping the daily extra food would perk her back up, and it does briefly, until her shaky legs return and she can no longer stand.
If love could keep pets around forever, we’d be earlobe deep in kitties. Sadly, love, special food, and sun puddles aren’t enough.
Friday morning, sometime before noon, sweet baby Olivia who is eleven and a half, best sister ever to brother from another mother Quint, our super model house panther, the shadowy watcher and reporter of all occurring shenanigans at Colehaus, lover and whapper of fruit left on countertops, and the last black cat we’ll ever have the honor of being owned by, will take her last nap cradled in Mom’s arms to awaken in the warm Summerlands over the Rainbow Bridge, not alone but with all her angel friends and family who will greet her, at long last, with soft murrs and purrs.
We love you, sweetie girl. Until we meet again, sweet Olivia. Until we meet again.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2022 – No post
2021 – MultiCat Monday
2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
2017 – In Sight
2016 – No post
2015 – No post
2014 – No post
2013 – Olivia’s Seat of Power
2012 – No post
