The Last of the Orangies.

Just a few weeks ago I had to let go of our last kitty.

Harley early 2017

He was doing fairly well considering he's had thyroid issues for at least the last four years and has been on meds 2x daily.
He was 18 years old and had a fairly good life with us. I'm sure if you asked him, he might have a few gruntled comments;  there was never enough tuna on hand, or that the doors going in and out of the lanai could've been opened sooner. You know how cats are.
Harley and his sister Maisy were adopted from the local Humane society when the girls were so young and SO little (1999) and now they're NOT.

Anyhoo....he started acting like life was NOT so much fun one day and we came to realize it might be his kidney's. Of course, the vet wanted to do every test known to man and poke/prod the poor old man, but 'ole Jack Kavorkian (me) wasn't having it. I let him go. As hard as it is, I know it's for the best.

Of course, I cried like a baby. For the last year he was my constant shadow; slept at my feet every single night and followed me around like I might sneeze out tuna at any minute.

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In my NON posting over the past year I forgot to document that I actually had to put down our youngest cat last February; (2016) Krispy Kitty.
Krispy came to us by accident. Which really, I suppose, is how most cats come to be.

When she came to be ours, we already had the two orange cats. (by the way, I NEVER wanted an orange cat, gray was my favorite flavored cat)

One day when the two original orangies were around five years old  I walked past the front glass doors and saw a cat outside on the porch.
Me: "Who let the darn cat outside?"
I opened the door brought the cat in and then realized it wasn't OUR actual orange cat.
It was an imposter. Or a clone. A kitten clone.
And that imposter lived with us for a good 12-13 years.

Krispy in 2005. Who the heck let her on the counter???

Anyhoo, she was doing fine and then all of sudden wasn't doing so good.
The Vet kept her for a few days to see if they could get her feeling better, but they realized it was her kidneys that were failing. That was so sad because she was still so young. (by cat standards)

We are not going to actively search out for another kitty. I do love them and I love our two old (12 & 10) dogs, but we're hoping to start traveling more in the near future and it's so much easier not worrying about who will tend to the critters.

Have a great day!
XO