|Birth: ||Apr., 2001|
South Dakota, USA
|Death: ||Dec. 23, 2011|
South Dakota, USA
STORY OF OUR LIFE WITH HUCKLEBERRY:
In Fall of 2001, our dear Axel became suddenly & seriously ill. My hubby took him to vet while I was at work. When I arrived home and before he left for work, gave me message I needed to call the clinic. Well, that gave me immediate clue the news would not be good.
When the clinic said he would not recover, I told them I would be there shortly to stay with him while they helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Husband told me I should ck out kitty in one of the cages at the clinic. She had be rescued from an abusive family by a lady who brought her to clinic hoping they could find her a good home. Staff told us both that she was not friendly. Surprise!!! Earlier she came right to my husband, and did the same when I looked in on her after Axel was gone.
Several days later we decided to adopt this little sweetheart named Jewel. When we arrived to pick her up, I noticed this HUGE orange cat roaming around. Asked staff if he was available for adoption. We were told yes and since he loved me to pick him up & snuggled with me, convinced.....or should I say, begged, hubby to let me take him home too. Used the excuse that they like companionship. He was a Maine Coon cat named Huckleberry. Now that was a mouthful. Sometimes we just called him "HB".
After bringing them home, they decided to "adopt" the opposite person who chose them. Jewel became attached to me and HB decided to be Dale's shadow. We picked up a book on Maine Coon cats and read that males of the species usually lay claim to males of the household; the females to females. That was surprising news to us.
Several months ago we noticed HB was drinking more water than usual and had difficulty with hind quarters when walking.
Vet hosp diagnosed him with diabetes. He tolerated the twice a day insulin injections like a real champ. Changed menu to low carb food. We continued this treatment for close to 2 months. He had his good days & not such good ones. On December 22nd he seemed to have one of his best.
The next day about noon, I heard a thump--thump--thumping. Realized it was our precious boy rolling down the steps from upstairs. I ran and found him lying on his side on the landing not moving. I gently touched him and called his name. He then moved into position on his tummy.
Called Dale on his phone who said he'd be right home. In the meantime, I called the clinic to expect us.
HB then walked into the kitchen & had "lunch". By time we wrapped him in blanket (it's chilly here) & got to clinic he seemed to be slipping as he didn't even respond when I attempted to play with his fuzzy paws...which he usually enjoyed. He just looked at us.
The vet brought a blanket with her & the injection into the exam room. She placed him on the blanket. When she informed us he was gone, she gently wrapped him in the blanket and carried him out of the room. I've never know such compassion when we've stayed with our other fur babies when they've crossed over.
Dale really misses him. HB was always close to our feet and we had to always ck to be sure we wouldn't step on him. Sometimes we did anyway when he would sneak up behind us. I always said he had separation anxiety. He would howl when Dale would leave the house. At times he reminded us of a 2 yr old child, wanted to be picked up, then he would lay his head on our shoulder & purr.
We still are careful when we walk into a dark room.....you never knew where he would be. Imagine that will take us a while to get past that.
Jewel misses HB and has become even more attached to me since he is gone.
Dale says "no more kitties" but I think it will just take a little time. He's never been as close to any of our animals as he was to this big boy.
Created by: Patsy D
Record added: Jan 08, 2012
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