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After
Scooter died, we had a hard time finding another traditional seal
point Siamese kitty. After months of searching, we finally
found this sweet little guy at a breeder in PA. He made me
laugh from the moment we met so I named him after a favorite
comedian - Sinbad.
He had
been trained wonderfully and never, ever used anything but his own
equipment for scratching. He was very used to being handled
and I could brush his teeth, clip his nails and even give him
medicine with no problem. He was totally cooperative and
actually enjoyed the attention.
He
too, was a people person and loved snuggling and curling up in my
lap. One of his favorite spots, of course, was right in
the middle of whatever I was working on at my desk. He was a
spirited little guy and loved to play with just about anything.
He was just the best little boy.
Sadly,
the poor little guy was doomed from the beginning. He
apparently was born with FIV, the feline form of Aids, and slowly
but steadily deteriorated before our eyes. His little
spirit never gave up, though. We had brought his food
downstairs so he wouldn't have to struggle to reach it when we were
all in the family room together. He knew, though, that
he usually ate upstairs, and would inexplicably try to pull
his way up the carpeted steps anyway. One night,
as he valiantly struggled to pull himself up, he was so weak he
tumbled over backward and would have been seriously hurt had my
husband not been right there to catch him. I couldn't bear it
another day nor could I bear to hold another kitty on my lap to die
so soon after Scooter. My husband led him to the Bridge and he
lies next to Kat and Scooter in our backyard. He never reached
his first birthday.
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Never Again