Thread:IamLadyBlue2/@comment-31477003-20190707221224/@comment-40064225-20190708014239

This one is Caiden. The last one I lost was my Boo! I called her BooBoo of course. She was a tortie calico, very little dribbles of white. When she looked up at you it looked like someone had dribbled cream down her chin. She was a sweet little round thing. I had gotten her as a friend for my old calico who had just lost Pumpkin, her surrogate kitten of 14 years. He died from a dose of heperin back when pets were dying of it at vet clinics. Kayli was so frail and depressed she had to be at the vets office several days in a row for hydration - I thought I was going to lose her... she was my always at my side little girl. She had had lost her first kitty girlfriend by onebyear old. Neighborbjust vanished. She had gone thru diabetes, breast cancer, thyroid problems, had had many of her teeth removed, had had two stillborn kittens, several surgeries, and yet she was a wonderful mom to surrogate kitten, and took care of me all the time. All she gave to me,  I got her a girlfriend after Pumpkin died,  and she perked up. A year later I got a youngster for Boo to play with and he (Charlie) was friends with everyone. So poor Charlie lost my old kitty, then we got a male cat about a year later and Charlie did not like him, until we lost him, to my bad decisions and the bad vet about three years later, and then lost Boo a couple years later, so its no wonder he's close to Caiden. My first kitty lived to 21. Kayli was almost 20. Boo was around 8, Chance was 6. Take lots of photos and movies. Make memories whenever you can.