My Motley Crue... one last time

Back in May I introduced you to my Motley Crue in a blog post. He was having some health issue that, well, were breaking my heart and causing me heaps of worry.

It has taken me a bit of time to decide to finally write this and tell you how things went but tonight seemed the night.

A short time after writing the above mention blog I received the news. Motley was diagnosed with Intestinal Lymphoma. He began treatment and rapidly improved... for a time. He played and ate and did "Motley" things. He was his regular cheerful self. When his health would change, his medication would be altered and he would immediately improve again. His prognosis was not good and we knew that all too well but thanks to his amazing Vet, Motley was able to spend so much time with us that he did not have and he did not waste a second of it.

Motley was with me until it was his time. The cancer had spread throughout his body in only a handful of months. I had never wanted to make the decision that now stood before me. I know this is a decision that has plagued many people. I didn't want to say good bye to him on a cold sterile exam table surrounded by strangers. In the end I didn't. Even though he wasn't in his home in the ultimate scenario that had played in my head years before... He past from here, held in my arms surrounded by those who luved him. It is all anyone could want.

Motley passed away exactly 15 years from the day I first brought him home

A thank you Steve for giving him the time he didn't have and for caring so much for him and for all animals.

Rest in Peace Motley Crue. xxx

My Motley Crue

On 5 August, 1995 I met my little man. Rolling about, showing off on the counter of a small gift shop in Dunrobin Ontario. I had no immediate plans on getting a new kitten. Still being a teenager and in High School it was ultimately my mothers decision either way... and I didn't hold out hope, this wasn't the first time a kitten had warmed my heart. However today was different and 15 minute later we left the Gift Shop with my little fuzzy bundle of joy.

Motley's first day at home - 5 August 1995

There was no question in my mind as to what his name would be. Motley Crue, Motley for short. He spent the first few days living in my bedroom before being introduced to an entire house to roam and conquer. My grandmother who lived with us was never a "cat person" ... she made him a kitten toy... he was really part of our family.

Dec 1995

He was my joy. He kept me company, luved me unconditionally as cats always do and made High School a little more bearable to say the least. He even accompanied me to my final exams... can't say that the photo help me graduate or anything but I was proud of my beautiful yet somewhat crazy cat!

Motley and his little "brother" Cagney - 6 June 2004

In the past few years Motley has had some 'hiccups' in regards to his health. The worst of which put him in kitty hospital for 5 days but he has always pulled through. We are now less than one month away from his 15th birthday and his is having another 'hiccup' and I am concerned that it my be more. It started on my birthday - a kidney infection, not good, not the first issue with his kidneys either. It scares me a lot. It is not what I want for him or any member of anyones fur family... it is no way to go... I always wanted him to pass peacefully in his sleep in his favourite cuddly spot, happily, without pain, at a good old age... I am so hoping that this is still in his cards. I don't want to have to make that other decision... not now - not ever...

He is not eating much and is skinny, very skinny. I still hold out hope that it is not yet his time.

Everyday we look at our cats, dogs, any of our furry friends and know that someday, all too soon they will... we will have to say goodbye. Yet we luv them anyway, we open our hearts to them anyway and when we lose them, when our hearts are broken we know, that we will do it again...

Keep your thoughts with my little man, he needs them...

17 April 2010

Digging Deep - Two

Wow! I wish I had more time to work on my blog, work on my writing, art or for that matter - ANYTHING!! Running an animal rescue is time consuming to put it simply. Running a rabbit rescue around Easter time is not fun at all.

Here are a couple more oldies for you see... until Easter is over and I have a bit more time to spend on me!

Happy Easter Everyone!

Cheers!