My cats rarely have had a long life: when I lived with my often if they took away the cars, tractors or train, or simply disappeared and no I found them more. When I went to live alone (more or less 7 years ago) I did not take me immediately with a non-human companion, waiting for that life did I meet the right one: the chance came on a wet evening in December, when I recovered a little kitten two months of a colony cat .. was close to pneumonia, dirty and with a mint eye. In fact, I took him to the vet immediately and put it back up. Some days ago I said that sometimes "are born marked" Blueberry and unfortunately was one of them: after the first vaccine began to lash out a number of diseases, treated with much love and often with success, but that eventually led him to die not even a year and a half of life, in a afosissima day in May. I have always suffered much the departure of my friends are not humans, but this time it was even worse: I lived almost in symbiosis and Blueberry and treat him so much he had even more closely this relationship, I also I had to choose euthanasia because of smothered and dying-there's nothing to do-is a terrible choice, even if you know which is the best. I tried to accompany him to the best I could, and during his short life during which his death, I never accepted.
After a few months that Blueberry had entered my life, going to volunteer at the kennel I knew Felipe was about 3 months and took it in her arms as he squatted down on my legs and fell asleep. and I said so much that I convinced my then partner and I took it home (from Blueberry and Aruk, my cagnettina it remained with my former partner). Felipe is a cat with a disarmingly sweet and very exaggerated and he proved it even more caring, after rnmorte Blueberry, newcomers Vinicius and Thomas (twins abandoned in front of the kennel in a box of cups) as if it were their mother : looked after them, washed them, watching them, you suck even left, so that Vinicio him become the mantle below the neck from white to gray. It 's always been a shy cat, until he met maritozzi, which caused him to spend some' fear of humans other than the undersigned.
When I twisted my life the three of them I've always been against it and when I maritozzi or sad or not we are good to check back as we are not and never leave us alone, standoci close to each according to his character (Thomas from far away, following us everywhere, Vinicio coming to sleep next to Felipe letting the little darlings).
Three and a half years ago came Bruce (the label) to keep us company, remaining with us after an adoption gone wrong, with whom I have a relationship if possible even more special.
few days ago in Felipe's visit and yesterday's verdict: Felv. It reopens the nightmare.
now test the other three, hoping that miraculously did not have the doghouse too, but I know how hard it is. And while I can not help but try to enjoy every wet nose, every lick, every cuddly alarm and hope.
ps a special thanks to mom C the proximity
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