Hello I'm Ami
(the cats mother) Mike is my son
( the cats little dad ) and Mark is big daddy
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Harley Davidson was our very own black panther who's tail dragged on the ground , he was just so loving ,gentle and intelligent when at 18 months old he went to chase bunnies in heaven.
Harley was killed by a speeding boy racer who came down our village road and as Harley stepped off the last piece of our garden onto the road , hit him head on , so on Saturday 25th June 2001 whilst my son and I delivered some of his out grown toys and other items to the local cats/dogs home Harley died.
Having told the lady that Harley was not dead but had outgrown this lot and so we had bought him a huge 6 foot X 4 foot activity centre Mike and I went back to the car and the phone went , Mark was in a terrible state and had trouble telling me what had happened.
How we got home I will never know , but we did in some 10 minutes , on arrival my neighbours came out to console us all as by now Mike and I had broken down and so all three of us stood in the garden sobbing our hearts out .
This is a natural thing to do ..........BUT Mike and I have very rare heart conditions which can be set off by stress or sudden shocks ( which is why the neighbours came to assist Mark)
Mark dug Harley's final sleeping place tears streaming down his face and in a great deal of pain , you see Mark my husband is disabled as well with a leg and a knee brace as well as this he is an amputee ( no right hand at all) he has a spinal condition and other major problems , but he would take no help as he struggled to dig Harley's new home.
Within an hour or so Mike my son had started to go into shock and I had to ring the doctor for help , we had to sedate him and get him laying down to stop his heart and blood pressure rising ( can go to over 250 beats a minute) the sedation didn't work all that well and they suggested having him in hospital and literately 'knocking him out ' Mike couldn't stop crying and saying ' I just want him back' Harley was our life 24/7 , we don't drink, smoke or go out as such as we are so ill at times and when this little black fluffy kitten arrived at our door he brought such fun, such love and such devotion to our family we now didn't know what to do without our 'furry bottomed critter'
The next morning when Mike woke up I had already been up for hours on the net and tracked down a number of kittens for sale in Devon I had spoken to our vets, doctors and Mikes consultant about this idea for Mike had been crying on and off all night and things had become no better for all of us .
So I took the big decision to go and see a few new kittens which where ready to be taken home and walked down the path with the cat carrier, Mike came running after me and asked what I was doing , when he heard I was going to look at kittens he wanted to come with me , so off we set at 2.00 pm on the 26th June.
As soon as we arrived at the home of the seller one kitten ( 9 weeks old ) got up and came right over to Mike pawing at his trousers, I had already explained on the phone to the seller that Mike might start to cry ( and he did ) hugging Mike close I suggested that we take him home and may be his twin brother as well as they really did need a new home now.
We arrived home some 4 hours later with: ' Treacle '( pudding) a beautiful cream and brown /flecked tabby & 'Toffee' ( sauce) a black and off white tabby .............who to this day ( almost 4 weeks now) have taken all the hurt and pain away and who have given Mike hours of happiness and something to look forward to again.
NO ........we have no replaced Harley ( Big H as we now call him ) we have taken in two kittens to our home and our hearts when we needed them the most and its as if Big H is still here showing them what to do and what not to do , silly things that only I did with him now Treacle is doing !!!!
My son is not a small boy of 7-8 years old he is a man of 20 + ( disabled with Postural Orthostatic tachycardia syndrome )
a very rare and horrible condition which I passed on to him, and my husband and I are coming up to our late 50's but our animals have always been the heart of our home and now 'The boys' have arrived all our hearts are beating strong and clear and life is so soft and furry , thanks to the two wonderful little furry bottom critters who have come to join our family .
Lady Magic .....Treacle
& Toffee
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