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| Name: |
Tabby
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Age: |
Deceased, Fourteen years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Tabby
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| Home: |
Oldsmar, Florida, USA
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I
adopted Tabby at PAWS in Illinois, when my sister moved to
Florida. I was so lonely that my mom decided that I needed a
companion. We went to our local animal shelter, and I had my
pick of several different cats. I held a couple of different cats
at first, one was a long haired and my mother nixed that idea
right away for shedding reasons. Then I held a black kitten who
hissed at me so I knew that I wasn't a good match for him.
Finally, I looked in a cage and saw a baby kitten and he put his
paw through the bars as if he was saying "pick me". His name was
"McCavity" from CATS, but my mom and I both agreed that he was a
"Tabby" which is why we chose his appropriate name. Tabby and I
grew up together, and we were inseparable. He was a great cat,
who had a wonderful personality.
For a brief time, I had to let Tabby live with my grandmother as
my boyfriend at the time was an asthmatic. I was devastated
about not having him live with me, but I knew he would be in good
hands. When I decided to start a new life in Florida, I was very
happy to finally have Tabby with me again. When I met my future
husband, I told him that wherever I live Tabby will live too. We
all moved in together and we were very happy until Tabby started
to get sick. He had lost weight, and was having accidents quite
frequently. I took him to the vet, and the vet was treating him
for a short time. Then, one month before our wedding I brought
Tabby back to the vet and the vet was not pleased with his
progress. His weight had dropped again, and he told me that he
really didn't like what he was seeing. I gave him permission to
do exploratory surgery to find out what exactly the problem was,
and I told him to do whatever it took to save my "baby."
I knew once I left the vet's office to wait for the phone call,
that I would never see Tabby again. My gut feeling came true when
the vet called during surgery to tell us that he found pancreatic and
intestinal cancer. The pancreatic cancer was too far gone, and he
told me that he was in pain. The last thing I wanted to do was
to have Tabby suffer so we gave permission to put Tabby to sleep.
It was the worst thing I ever had to do, but I did not want him
suffering. Tabby was fourteen years old, and I miss him still. I have
several pictures throughout the house to remind us of what a
great companion we had! I love you Tabby, and I know you are
definitely waiting for me at the rainbow bridge!
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