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Requiem for the cat
Aug. 7th, 2008 07:54 amIt seems that Sabrina may have died somewhere away from our house.
Marie printed up Lost Cat flyers, and I walked with her as she delivered them down Masem Court and a few houses on Long Island Avenue. However, no one reported seeing her.
We first got Sabrina when I was in the last few months of 3rd Grade. Only days after we got her, she gave birth to three kittens, whom we named Bandit (female, black), Ethel (male, gray*), and Neptune (male, black). Bandit was given to some complete stranger, and we gave Ethel to Grandma Barbara while driving down to visit Grandpa Bob, who lived in Florida at the time. Neptune, however, stayed with us for his whole life.
(I know. Ethel is a female name, but since Sabrina was gray and female, I thought that gray tabby cats were female while black ones were male, but Mom told me otherwise.)
Neptune had spent the first number of years of his life in good health. However, as time went on, he developed a disease called mange, with which his hair would keep falling out. Not all of his hair fell out, and his health did get better at times as well as worse, but eventually, he started bleeding, and Mom had to bring him to the vet to have him put to sleep. (According to Grandma Barbara, Ethel had suffered and died from the same thing.)
Sabrina had been in good health her whole life until recently. For the past few months, her hearing had been impaired, and she didn't move around very often. I did enjoy catching her when I was younger, but during the later years of her life, I didn't interact with her as much as Marie did. Even though it is unfortunate that Marie won't be able to put Sabrina in that death sock she knitted, it's at least good to know that she died a peaceful death, unlike Neptune or our dog Lucy.
(There was a time once, when we were coming home from The Landmark, that Mom spotted a dead cat on the side of the road, near our own house. It looked a lot like Sabrina, and she screeched "OH MY GOD!!!!!" Marie burst into tears, but when we got inside, Sabrina was in the basement, sitting on top of the furnace. Mom buried the other cat in the side yard, and put some slates over it so that no dogs would dig it up.)
(Marie also mentioned the other day, on our way to Toast, that when Grandma Ella's cat Elizabeth died, she didn't notice until two days later.)
Marie printed up Lost Cat flyers, and I walked with her as she delivered them down Masem Court and a few houses on Long Island Avenue. However, no one reported seeing her.
We first got Sabrina when I was in the last few months of 3rd Grade. Only days after we got her, she gave birth to three kittens, whom we named Bandit (female, black), Ethel (male, gray*), and Neptune (male, black). Bandit was given to some complete stranger, and we gave Ethel to Grandma Barbara while driving down to visit Grandpa Bob, who lived in Florida at the time. Neptune, however, stayed with us for his whole life.
(I know. Ethel is a female name, but since Sabrina was gray and female, I thought that gray tabby cats were female while black ones were male, but Mom told me otherwise.)
Neptune had spent the first number of years of his life in good health. However, as time went on, he developed a disease called mange, with which his hair would keep falling out. Not all of his hair fell out, and his health did get better at times as well as worse, but eventually, he started bleeding, and Mom had to bring him to the vet to have him put to sleep. (According to Grandma Barbara, Ethel had suffered and died from the same thing.)
Sabrina had been in good health her whole life until recently. For the past few months, her hearing had been impaired, and she didn't move around very often. I did enjoy catching her when I was younger, but during the later years of her life, I didn't interact with her as much as Marie did. Even though it is unfortunate that Marie won't be able to put Sabrina in that death sock she knitted, it's at least good to know that she died a peaceful death, unlike Neptune or our dog Lucy.
(There was a time once, when we were coming home from The Landmark, that Mom spotted a dead cat on the side of the road, near our own house. It looked a lot like Sabrina, and she screeched "OH MY GOD!!!!!" Marie burst into tears, but when we got inside, Sabrina was in the basement, sitting on top of the furnace. Mom buried the other cat in the side yard, and put some slates over it so that no dogs would dig it up.)
(Marie also mentioned the other day, on our way to Toast, that when Grandma Ella's cat Elizabeth died, she didn't notice until two days later.)