TabbyFur
During the Summer of 1999, a little tabby cat started visiting our garden. We knew absolutely nothing about cats in those days and assumed she must belong to a neighbour. However, her visits grew increasingly frequent and one evening, I gave her a piece of the chicken we were eating - followed by several others. TabbyFur moved in to our garden permanently on that day.
We quickly won a measure of TabbyFur's trust and got her to the vet. She had fleas, worms and earmites, all of which we were obviously able to sort out for her. Her fur was so matted, it had to be shaved. She had a heart condition and the vet prescribed beta blockers.
TabbyFur gradually moved indoors but she was only with us for a little while before she had a massive heart attack. Her end was quick, but to this day I blame myself because she died in the car on the way back from a veterinary check up. Although perfectly calm on the way to the surgery, she was always deeply distressed on the return journey. I realised too late that she may have been dumped from a car by her previous owner, perhaps following her heart disease diagnosis. If I had known we had an excellent vet just around the corner, she would not have been in the car at all.
I try to take consolation from the fact that she had security, shelter and regular meals for a little while and that at least she would have felt much better for her various treatments. But one of the saddest parts of TabbyFur's story is that she sat on my lap for the first time the day before she died.
xx our TabbyFur
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