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August 13, 2007

WCB: Roundup!

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It's hard to accept the hard fact that Sundance is gone. I often find myself looking to see if he will rush out of a bedroom, almost tripping me.  Then at other times, it's all too easy to realize that he will never cuddle in our laps or play fetch with the tennis ball.  I want to thank every person who sent messages or comments of support.  They've meant the world to me, and acted as a balm to my aching heart.  Blogging has been one of the best experiences in my life, meeting people all over the world with a bounty of compassion and sympathy. Thank you so much.  I treasure you all.

This week there were so many wonderful WCB posts, with cats up to all kinds of things. Just look at this Roundup!  Thanks to everyone for taking part.

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August 11, 2007

WCB: Good-Bye My Friends

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(We are hosting Weekend Cat Blogging this weekend. If you would like to take part, just leave your permalink in the comments section of this post or email me at upsiefan (AT) yahoo (DOT) com.  We would appreciate it if you mention our blog in your post. The Roundup should be ready on Monday.)

Img_0906 Last November, we agreed to take in two feral kittens and make them people oriented, so they could be adopted.  When it was obvious no one was waiting in the wings to take them, I gave them names and told my husband we had two more members in our household. Not long after that, the girl, Dexter,  died from FIP.  We held our breath, waiting to see if the male, Sundance, (or Upsie) would come down with it.  But, we seemed to have dodged a bullet, and Sundance grew and grew.  We felt safe.  Two months ago, I noticed that he wasn't his normal lively self, but he was still affectionate and seemed healthy.  Then, two weeks ago he suddenly crashed.  He avoided us,  hiding and cringing when he saw us coming near him. He stopped eating and drinking water.  It was obvious that he was in a great deal of pain.  I knew in my heart that he had FIP, because he was acting exactly the same way Dexter behaved just before she died. 

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