Britt
07-06-2007, 10:19 AM
10 years ago we (me, my mom and sister) adopted two kittens and named them Broon and Alasdair. After living with five cats in the house and the three boys becoming territorial and spraying, we decided to give up Alasdair and the other boy, Duncan.
Broon became my sister's cat, but he loved everyone. He was such a calm, chill boy. We used to sing, "And they call him mellow yellow..." when he'd walk into the room. (He's orangey-yellow.)
Last week, I got an email that Broonie was really sick. My sister and her idiot took him to the vet. They did blood work and found out he was in the beginning of renal failure. They gave him antibiotics through an IV, rehydrated him and sent him home 3 days and $568 later. (My sister and the idiot don't have kids, they can afford to shell out that kind of cash on their pet. I'd surely do it for one of mine.)
He went home, was his usual charming self, purring and happy.
But I just got an email from my mom again. Broonie is back to being sick.
Oh Britt..he's getting dehydrated again..and he has like conjunctivitis in his little eye..and all he does is sleep. Last night he crawled in bed with me in the middle of the night and he just wanted to be next to me..my central air is out and it was so hot but I didn't have the heart to move him..I even got a little purr out of him and he fell asleep..I think he's dying..
So, now I'm crying because he's a good boy. I mean, he's Broonie Boy. :sadeyes
If you could, spare a thought or two for a really sweet boy.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/BelongstoaSailor/bed.jpg
Broon became my sister's cat, but he loved everyone. He was such a calm, chill boy. We used to sing, "And they call him mellow yellow..." when he'd walk into the room. (He's orangey-yellow.)
Last week, I got an email that Broonie was really sick. My sister and her idiot took him to the vet. They did blood work and found out he was in the beginning of renal failure. They gave him antibiotics through an IV, rehydrated him and sent him home 3 days and $568 later. (My sister and the idiot don't have kids, they can afford to shell out that kind of cash on their pet. I'd surely do it for one of mine.)
He went home, was his usual charming self, purring and happy.
But I just got an email from my mom again. Broonie is back to being sick.
Oh Britt..he's getting dehydrated again..and he has like conjunctivitis in his little eye..and all he does is sleep. Last night he crawled in bed with me in the middle of the night and he just wanted to be next to me..my central air is out and it was so hot but I didn't have the heart to move him..I even got a little purr out of him and he fell asleep..I think he's dying..
So, now I'm crying because he's a good boy. I mean, he's Broonie Boy. :sadeyes
If you could, spare a thought or two for a really sweet boy.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/BelongstoaSailor/bed.jpg