RIP Rhiannon
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elionwyrMy mom's Siamese has crossed the rainbow bridge.
Sleep well, sweet kitty. Loved you very very much...SO glad we had cuddle time this past December!
'lazers!'
ETA:
Rhiannon was a petite, fluffy Siamese. Not the smartest kitty in the litter, but definitely beautiful.
When she first joined the family, I'd adopted my first chinchilla, Tosh. Rhiannon was half-convinced she was a chinchilla, too, and would sit in Tosh's dust bath, or try to climb into her cage - she'd take a seat and look at us as if to say, 'Ummm..I know I should be doing something besides sitting here but I'm not sure what that something is.'
You would think that cats and chinchillas would be a bad mix, but Tosh had enough attitude that the cats were relatively intimidated by her. Sometimes she would end up playing tag with Rhiannon and our two other kitties, Sophie and Maggie. I can remember very vividly a day when I was lying on my stomach on my bed, reading, and I became a catapult for all four of them as they came running through my room, madly chasing each other around the apartment!
Rhiannon had a fascination with bath tubs but a horror for water. More than once, she'd come in while I was bathing, balance on the edge of the tub...fall in....and look at me, horrified, unable to attempt to motivate her limbs into attempting to escape the water.
She was so tiny and so sweet. When she went into heat, it was as if she couldn't stand to be around herself, let alone be obnoxious in our presence...she'd run out of the room to howl mournfully in the hallway. My friend Mike took us to the vet to have Rhiannon fixed - Mom held her in a towel, and poor Rhiannon looked so panicked, those blue eyes so huge and terrified, that Mom cried, Mike teared up, and I snapped from the back seat, "Oh, STOP it, ALL of you!"
Years later, Mom's chinchilla, Scooter, had mad passionate love for Rhiannon...and tried very hard to, um, make beautiful kitty-rodent babies with her. o_O These attempts to hop on her back were hysterical to watch. As well as wrong. So very very wrong.
She was starting to suffer from dementia, moments of blindness/deafness, and seizures, which is why she had her final vet visit on Friday.
:(
Sleep well, sweet kitty. Loved you very very much...SO glad we had cuddle time this past December!
'lazers!'
ETA:
Rhiannon was a petite, fluffy Siamese. Not the smartest kitty in the litter, but definitely beautiful.
When she first joined the family, I'd adopted my first chinchilla, Tosh. Rhiannon was half-convinced she was a chinchilla, too, and would sit in Tosh's dust bath, or try to climb into her cage - she'd take a seat and look at us as if to say, 'Ummm..I know I should be doing something besides sitting here but I'm not sure what that something is.'
You would think that cats and chinchillas would be a bad mix, but Tosh had enough attitude that the cats were relatively intimidated by her. Sometimes she would end up playing tag with Rhiannon and our two other kitties, Sophie and Maggie. I can remember very vividly a day when I was lying on my stomach on my bed, reading, and I became a catapult for all four of them as they came running through my room, madly chasing each other around the apartment!
Rhiannon had a fascination with bath tubs but a horror for water. More than once, she'd come in while I was bathing, balance on the edge of the tub...fall in....and look at me, horrified, unable to attempt to motivate her limbs into attempting to escape the water.
She was so tiny and so sweet. When she went into heat, it was as if she couldn't stand to be around herself, let alone be obnoxious in our presence...she'd run out of the room to howl mournfully in the hallway. My friend Mike took us to the vet to have Rhiannon fixed - Mom held her in a towel, and poor Rhiannon looked so panicked, those blue eyes so huge and terrified, that Mom cried, Mike teared up, and I snapped from the back seat, "Oh, STOP it, ALL of you!"
Years later, Mom's chinchilla, Scooter, had mad passionate love for Rhiannon...and tried very hard to, um, make beautiful kitty-rodent babies with her. o_O These attempts to hop on her back were hysterical to watch. As well as wrong. So very very wrong.
She was starting to suffer from dementia, moments of blindness/deafness, and seizures, which is why she had her final vet visit on Friday.
:(
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 04:23 am (UTC)..Well. One chinchilla, in particular.
I'm gonna go back and edit the post to explain. :)
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:47 am (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:54 am (UTC)Last year, we had to put Sammy down. Dolly is long gone, but I know and understand what you're saying. They just become a part of you--a large part of you and then, one day, they aren't there anymore.
Gotta love our pets. :+)
EDIT: I was going to attempt to post a photo of Sammy, but it isn't working. I do apologize.
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Date: 2009-02-24 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 02:33 pm (UTC)*hugs back*
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 04:50 pm (UTC)Her confusion/dementia was a little heartbreaking - I'm glad my mom was able to figure out exactly why Rhiannon was getting lost in the middle of the living room. And she knew she was beloved...yay!
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Date: 2009-02-24 05:15 pm (UTC)Maybe it was her ghost...
Anyway. Hugs and stuff.
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Date: 2009-02-24 06:06 pm (UTC)Zuul being the Siamese I believe will find me someday...but help would be appreciated.