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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Why I haven’t been posting lately.

Posted on 2008.06.11 at 18:25
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Note: This post is about “real life" stuff. There's almost no reference to LotR or Tolkien in it. Also it’s picture-heavy, but with pictures of cats, not Frodo.

I feel as though I haven’t posted for years, although I’ve posted twice since I got back from visiting my mother in the first half of May. The thing is, when I came back from my mother’s, I came home to sick cats. So this post is a cat story. I'm afraid only pet-lovers will enjoy it.
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~ Raoul at four months in Long Island, NY, April,1992.
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Estë   (or ST for short)
este_tangletoes at 2008-06-30 18:41 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Mechling, for sharing these beautiful creatures and your thoughts with us. I am sorry to hear that you have been stressed due to their poor health.

(((((Group hug for Mechling and kitties)))))

I love animals and have been fortunate to have owned (owned by, rather) a delightful black and white cat when I was a child. I was devastated because I had to give him up when my family moved to another part of London.

A kindly neighbour, Rose, adopted him and took great care of him. When we made our yearly visit to Rose I would run down the path, in her large garden and call ‘Sparkey!’ Within a matter of minutes I would see him come belting along the garden wall and over the potting-shed. I’d pick him up and get a great nuzzle from him. A grand re-union for a ten-year old and her cat. Rose said that he never came when she called out for him it was Sparkey that decided when it was time to come home. Of course, the inevitable happened. The day came when he did not come running when I called his name. I still get teary when I think about him and his antics.

My hubby bought me two blue finches that pestered our cockie (Cockatiel), by pulling at his long tail feathers. The cockie didn’t seem to mind too much, he was rather placid. When I developed allergy symptoms from the birds I refused to give them up. They were, after all my babies. So when they passed on we did not think it wise to replace them.

I hope you enjoy your mini-reunion and wish you a safe journey home.


P.S. I’ve been away on holiday for a few weeks. I have a lot of catching up to do.
mechtild at 2008-07-08 01:34 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Este! Sorry to reply so late. We went for a family visit from June 28 - July 6. We got back last night.

Your relationship with Sparkey sounds like Rachel's with Raoul. He never has loved any of us as much as he loved her, or succumbed to anyone's will like he did with her. They were a pair.

I have never kept birds, myself. When I was a kid, I couldn't imagine having a bird. I wanted a pet I could take to bed with me (see? it started early....). But as an adult I met many interesting, engaging bird pets. I'll bet you miss them. But your allergies are no joke. You will have to do without them.

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just_ann_now at 2008-07-06 20:48 (UTC) (Link)

Oh dear

Mechtild, I apologize profusely for not responding to this heartbreaking post in a timely manner. I can't even remember what was going on mid-June when you posted this; I remember that you had gone to visit your mother, and then that you were back.

If things have progressed to their painful conclusion, and you're not inclined to want to talk about it I understand completely, but in any case here's a hug that you can claim now or put away for another time. {{hug}}.
mechtild at 2008-07-07 22:38 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Oh dear

Oh, Ann, thanks so much. I've been away the last nine days, for a sort of family reunion for the week of the Fourth of July (in the VA suburbs of D.C., not that far from you). It was a lot of work, since my sister and I did the hostessing (food buying/preparing and serving/clean-up, entertaining) for the people staying at my mother's house, but I think it was a success, which pleases me. I'd hate for the people who'd flown in to have had a bad time.

Raoul, our darling Elder Statesman, was eased into death on June 19, the week before we left. It sounds odd, but it was sad but beautiful, the vet so nice, and Glen (my husband) able to be there this time, to attend Raoul on his leave-taking. When he died he seemed to be very relieved, as if we had truly given him a "euthanasia", a happy death. We found ourselves weeping over Raoul in the following days, in the midst of work or at home with each other, but we felt, after the fact, that we had done the right thing.

Our feline survivors, Pixie (the one with breast cancer) and Angelo, were disoriented and lonesome for him, expressing it in their disparate ways, but they settled down enough for us to feel at ease about leaving them in the care of the neighbour, who came over twice a day while we were gone. That was a HUGE relief, since we thought Pixie and/or Angelo would still be sick enough to require drops or pills, which would mean hiring a clinic worker from the vet's to come over, because they know how to give meds. We got back last night, and both cats looked really good, even Pixie. You'd never know she had a fatal illness, or had had a big surgery just over a month before.

Anyway, thanks so much, Ann. You are very kind and compassionate to post to this entry. And I don't mind a bit that it happened later. It's nice to hear you speak of it, like a compassionate echo.
melyanna_65 at 2008-07-16 10:50 (UTC) (Link)
What a bittersweet story in pictures, dear!!!

I so love kitties (I had one who died at 15 ten years ago), so I know how it feels when your kitty is ill or dies. It's such a painful loss. Now I know from your latest entry that Raoul has gone into the West, so it must be so hard for you.

Siamese kitties are so beautiful and enigmatic. I never met a person who owns Siamese kitties, so I know very little about their own "personality". From the pictures you posted they look very sweet and cuddly!

Sorry for not replying earlier, hon, it seems I missed a lot of posts lately.

*lots of hugs*
mechtild at 2008-07-16 11:57 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for commenting, Melyanna. It's always hard when beloved pets die, but they are so wonderful to have, knowing them and being with them, it's worth the heartache--or at least one feels that way in retrospect, after the sorrow has lightened. Siamese cats are not consistently one sort of personality; my mother had one that was notably anti-social and mean-tempered, but in my experience he was exceptional. All the others we've had have been very affectionate and gregarious (liking the company of others, people or other pets), whether on the shy side or extroverted, speaking occasionally or talking all the time.

I am very fond of the breed, but they do seem prone to cancer. The vet confirmed it, noting that purebred pets in general tend to get more cancer, perhaps because their gene pools are smaller. But he also said that as more and more pet owners keep their cats indoors and take them to the vet more consistently their pets live longer, increasing their chances to die of cancer. So it was not just true of purebreds, but of cats and dogs generally.
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