Sage was born to a feral mother cat in the streets of San Francisco, California in May 2006. The mother cat had been captured under the city's 'Spay and Release' program. Later, after her kittens were discovered, the litter was taken to Santa Cruz County and bottle-fed until they were about 5 weeks old. That's when I first saw Sage - she was the most beautiful little kitten in the whole world and I immediatley fell in love - so we took Sage and her brother, Warrior, home to live with us.
Eight happy years passed by much too quickly. I have so many sweet memories of Sage... Like when she would "boing" at the front door asking to be let outside; And the pink toy lizard that she played with until it was almost completely shredded; And there were the scores of handsome boy cats who used to come and serenade Sage at the bedroom window of our loft and it was pretty easy to see that she liked the attention; The way she would keep watch from our 2nd story window and growl whenever she needed to scare away any outside threats; The way she always expected a few bites of my muffin in the mornings; And the way we would fall sleep every night, snuggled together with her head on my shoulder;
In November 2014, Sage suddenly became ill. She wouldn't eat anything and she just wanted to lay in her bed day and night. On November 25, we took her to our vet; I went there expecting him to tell us that she had caught some kind of bug and she would be all better within a few days. Instead, he said that he didn't know for sure what was ailing her, but she had something strange going on in her abdoman, possibly cancer. I heard what he was telling us, but I didn't think it could really be anything as bad as that.
The next day was the day before Thanksgiving and I needed to get things ready for everyone. I went through the motions, but it was like I was on 'auto-pilot'. Not a very good auto-pilot though - I made the worst dinner ever. The day after Thanksgiving, we took Sage to the vet again, and then to the emergency animal hospital.
At the hospital, they told us that Sage would need to stay overnight so that she could be given fluids and also so that she could be monitered through the night. They told us that the next day there would need to be tests done so that they could let us know exactly what was going on with her. Sage was in my lap with her head under my arm. hiding from the people at the hospital. She was so scared and she really needed to be with us more than ever. I definitley didn't want to leave her there all alone. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life.
The next few days we were told that she might possibly have F.I.P. They said that she had a large massive growth in her abdoman and they said that her intestines may have become entertwined within the mass and if that
was the case, then it would most probably be untreatable. But then we were also told that it was possible that she had instead developed cancer. They told us they really didn't know for sure what was going on with her and they said that more tests would need to be done before they could give us a more accurate diagnosis...
The projected costs for everything that Sage needed was completley overwhelming and I definitley wouldn't have been able to afford the care she needed without help from my son. Between the two of us, (but mostly from my son) we somehow managed to pay what they asked of us. We would have done anything in the world if there was even a small chance that Sage could be saved.
When we took Sage back home it was very bittersweet. We had to give her medicine a few times a day. She was put on antibiotics, steroids, muscle relaxers, stool softeners, and pain medicine. My son and I learned how to administer her IV fluids at home. She wouldn't eat any food except for a tiny bit of baby food here and there. [She did show some interest one night in a bite of a shrimp and cream cheese rangoon] We knew she was dying and there wasn't anything more that could be done - except to try our best to keep her as comfortable as possible.
During this time, all that Sage wanted was for me to be there with her, as close as possible. So I was. The memories of the night that we lost her will stay with me always. We never did learn for sure what caused Sage to become sick, even after all of the tests. But I guess the reason doesn't matter in the end.
I always felt a very strong spiritual connection with Sage - and now that she's gone, I feel so alone sometimes. But at the same time, I know that she's really still here with me. [I can definitley feel her essence]
Down the road I am certain that she will be by my side again.
Nothing else would make any sense.
~ C. White
October 2015
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Eight happy years passed by much too quickly. I have so many sweet memories of Sage... Like when she would "boing" at the front door asking to be let outside; And the pink toy lizard that she played with until it was almost completely shredded; And there were the scores of handsome boy cats who used to come and serenade Sage at the bedroom window of our loft and it was pretty easy to see that she liked the attention; The way she would keep watch from our 2nd story window and growl whenever she needed to scare away any outside threats; The way she always expected a few bites of my muffin in the mornings; And the way we would fall sleep every night, snuggled together with her head on my shoulder;
In November 2014, Sage suddenly became ill. She wouldn't eat anything and she just wanted to lay in her bed day and night. On November 25, we took her to our vet; I went there expecting him to tell us that she had caught some kind of bug and she would be all better within a few days. Instead, he said that he didn't know for sure what was ailing her, but she had something strange going on in her abdoman, possibly cancer. I heard what he was telling us, but I didn't think it could really be anything as bad as that.
The next day was the day before Thanksgiving and I needed to get things ready for everyone. I went through the motions, but it was like I was on 'auto-pilot'. Not a very good auto-pilot though - I made the worst dinner ever. The day after Thanksgiving, we took Sage to the vet again, and then to the emergency animal hospital.
At the hospital, they told us that Sage would need to stay overnight so that she could be given fluids and also so that she could be monitered through the night. They told us that the next day there would need to be tests done so that they could let us know exactly what was going on with her. Sage was in my lap with her head under my arm. hiding from the people at the hospital. She was so scared and she really needed to be with us more than ever. I definitley didn't want to leave her there all alone. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life.
The next few days we were told that she might possibly have F.I.P. They said that she had a large massive growth in her abdoman and they said that her intestines may have become entertwined within the mass and if that
was the case, then it would most probably be untreatable. But then we were also told that it was possible that she had instead developed cancer. They told us they really didn't know for sure what was going on with her and they said that more tests would need to be done before they could give us a more accurate diagnosis...
The projected costs for everything that Sage needed was completley overwhelming and I definitley wouldn't have been able to afford the care she needed without help from my son. Between the two of us, (but mostly from my son) we somehow managed to pay what they asked of us. We would have done anything in the world if there was even a small chance that Sage could be saved.
When we took Sage back home it was very bittersweet. We had to give her medicine a few times a day. She was put on antibiotics, steroids, muscle relaxers, stool softeners, and pain medicine. My son and I learned how to administer her IV fluids at home. She wouldn't eat any food except for a tiny bit of baby food here and there. [She did show some interest one night in a bite of a shrimp and cream cheese rangoon] We knew she was dying and there wasn't anything more that could be done - except to try our best to keep her as comfortable as possible.
During this time, all that Sage wanted was for me to be there with her, as close as possible. So I was. The memories of the night that we lost her will stay with me always. We never did learn for sure what caused Sage to become sick, even after all of the tests. But I guess the reason doesn't matter in the end.
I always felt a very strong spiritual connection with Sage - and now that she's gone, I feel so alone sometimes. But at the same time, I know that she's really still here with me. [I can definitley feel her essence]
Down the road I am certain that she will be by my side again.
Nothing else would make any sense.
~ C. White
October 2015
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Sage was born to a feral mother cat in the streets of San Francisco, California in May 2006. The mother cat had been captured under the city's 'Spay and Release' program. Later, after her kittens were discovered, the litter was taken to Santa Cruz County and bottle-fed until they were about 5 weeks old. That's when I first saw Sage - she was the most beautiful little kitten in the whole world and I immediatley fell in love - so we took Sage and her brother, Warrior, home to live with us.
Eight happy years passed by much too quickly. I have so many sweet memories of Sage... Like when she would "boing" at the front door asking to be let outside; And the pink toy lizard that she played with until it was almost completely shredded; And there were the scores of handsome boy cats who used to come and serenade Sage at the bedroom window of our loft and it was pretty easy to see that she liked the attention; The way she would keep watch from our 2nd story window and growl whenever she needed to scare away any outside threats; The way she always expected a few bites of my muffin in the mornings; And the way we would fall sleep every night, snuggled together with her head on my shoulder;
In November 2014, Sage suddenly became ill. She wouldn't eat anything and she just wanted to lay in her bed day and night. On November 25, we took her to our vet; I went there expecting him to tell us that she had caught some kind of bug and she would be all better within a few days. Instead, he said that he didn't know for sure what was ailing her, but she had something strange going on in her abdoman, possibly cancer. I heard what he was telling us, but I didn't think it could really be anything as bad as that.
The next day was the day before Thanksgiving and I needed to get things ready for everyone. I went through the motions, but it was like I was on 'auto-pilot'. Not a very good auto-pilot though - I made the worst dinner ever. The day after Thanksgiving, we took Sage to the vet again, and then to the emergency animal hospital.
At the hospital, they told us that Sage would need to stay overnight so that she could be given fluids and also so that she could be monitered through the night. They told us that the next day there would need to be tests done so that they could let us know exactly what was going on with her. Sage was in my lap with her head under my arm. hiding from the people at the hospital. She was so scared and she really needed to be with us more than ever. I definitley didn't want to leave her there all alone. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life.
The next few days we were told that she might possibly have F.I.P. They said that she had a large massive growth in her abdoman and they said that her intestines may have become entertwined within the mass and if that
was the case, then it would most probably be untreatable. But then we were also told that it was possible that she had instead developed cancer. They told us they really didn't know for sure what was going on with her and they said that more tests would need to be done before they could give us a more accurate diagnosis...
The projected costs for everything that Sage needed was completley overwhelming and I definitley wouldn't have been able to afford the care she needed without help from my son. Between the two of us, (but mostly from my son) we somehow managed to pay what they asked of us. We would have done anything in the world if there was even a small chance that Sage could be saved.
When we took Sage back home it was very bittersweet. We had to give her medicine a few times a day. She was put on antibiotics, steroids, muscle relaxers, stool softeners, and pain medicine. My son and I learned how to administer her IV fluids at home. She wouldn't eat any food except for a tiny bit of baby food here and there. [She did show some interest one night in a bite of a shrimp and cream cheese rangoon] We knew she was dying and there wasn't anything more that could be done - except to try our best to keep her as comfortable as possible.
During this time, all that Sage wanted was for me to be there with her, as close as possible. So I was. The memories of the night that we lost her will stay with me always. We never did learn for sure what caused Sage to become sick, even after all of the tests. But I guess the reason doesn't matter in the end.
I always felt a very strong spiritual connection with Sage - and now that she's gone, I feel so alone sometimes. But at the same time, I know that she's really still here with me. [I can definitley feel her essence]
Down the road I am certain that she will be by my side again.
Nothing else would make any sense.
~ C. White
October 2015
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Eight happy years passed by much too quickly. I have so many sweet memories of Sage... Like when she would "boing" at the front door asking to be let outside; And the pink toy lizard that she played with until it was almost completely shredded; And there were the scores of handsome boy cats who used to come and serenade Sage at the bedroom window of our loft and it was pretty easy to see that she liked the attention; The way she would keep watch from our 2nd story window and growl whenever she needed to scare away any outside threats; The way she always expected a few bites of my muffin in the mornings; And the way we would fall sleep every night, snuggled together with her head on my shoulder;
In November 2014, Sage suddenly became ill. She wouldn't eat anything and she just wanted to lay in her bed day and night. On November 25, we took her to our vet; I went there expecting him to tell us that she had caught some kind of bug and she would be all better within a few days. Instead, he said that he didn't know for sure what was ailing her, but she had something strange going on in her abdoman, possibly cancer. I heard what he was telling us, but I didn't think it could really be anything as bad as that.
The next day was the day before Thanksgiving and I needed to get things ready for everyone. I went through the motions, but it was like I was on 'auto-pilot'. Not a very good auto-pilot though - I made the worst dinner ever. The day after Thanksgiving, we took Sage to the vet again, and then to the emergency animal hospital.
At the hospital, they told us that Sage would need to stay overnight so that she could be given fluids and also so that she could be monitered through the night. They told us that the next day there would need to be tests done so that they could let us know exactly what was going on with her. Sage was in my lap with her head under my arm. hiding from the people at the hospital. She was so scared and she really needed to be with us more than ever. I definitley didn't want to leave her there all alone. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life.
The next few days we were told that she might possibly have F.I.P. They said that she had a large massive growth in her abdoman and they said that her intestines may have become entertwined within the mass and if that
was the case, then it would most probably be untreatable. But then we were also told that it was possible that she had instead developed cancer. They told us they really didn't know for sure what was going on with her and they said that more tests would need to be done before they could give us a more accurate diagnosis...
The projected costs for everything that Sage needed was completley overwhelming and I definitley wouldn't have been able to afford the care she needed without help from my son. Between the two of us, (but mostly from my son) we somehow managed to pay what they asked of us. We would have done anything in the world if there was even a small chance that Sage could be saved.
When we took Sage back home it was very bittersweet. We had to give her medicine a few times a day. She was put on antibiotics, steroids, muscle relaxers, stool softeners, and pain medicine. My son and I learned how to administer her IV fluids at home. She wouldn't eat any food except for a tiny bit of baby food here and there. [She did show some interest one night in a bite of a shrimp and cream cheese rangoon] We knew she was dying and there wasn't anything more that could be done - except to try our best to keep her as comfortable as possible.
During this time, all that Sage wanted was for me to be there with her, as close as possible. So I was. The memories of the night that we lost her will stay with me always. We never did learn for sure what caused Sage to become sick, even after all of the tests. But I guess the reason doesn't matter in the end.
I always felt a very strong spiritual connection with Sage - and now that she's gone, I feel so alone sometimes. But at the same time, I know that she's really still here with me. [I can definitley feel her essence]
Down the road I am certain that she will be by my side again.
Nothing else would make any sense.
~ C. White
October 2015
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