Yesterday was a sad day here. We lost our wonderful 13-year-old kitty, Stripe. He hadn't been showing signs of illness (other than being on thyroid medication), but we found him pale and weak by our bedroom door around lunchtime. Bob hurried him to the vet but it appeared that he had lost a large amount of blood due to a tumor that ruptured his stomach. He wouldn't have survived the trip to the animal hospital in the next city that could perform a transfusion, so we chose to let him go painlessly and with dignity.
My daughter took this picture of Stripe a few months ago. He was such a beautiful guy. He loved (and tolerated) children; my neighbor's little boy loved coming over and petting him.
Stripe came to us as a stray back in 1998. We had recently adopted two other strays, Gaia and her kitten Gingevere. When this sleek tabby started nosing around the property, we were sure the two cats would chase him off. Instead, they welcomed him into the family. We were worried they would welcome more of their stray friends, but any subsequent cat was quickly chased away.
We lost Gaia in 2006; now Gingevere is the lone kitty in the house.We've been giving him lots more scritches and hugs. We'll all need time to adjust to life without Stripe. He is sorely missed.
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