{"id":2371,"date":"2021-02-25T11:17:49","date_gmt":"2021-02-25T16:17:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=2371"},"modified":"2021-02-25T11:17:49","modified_gmt":"2021-02-25T16:17:49","slug":"kit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=2371","title":{"rendered":"Kit"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kit<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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She arrived on a summer\u2019s day in August.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where she came from no one knows.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was small and frail, with no place to call home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Malnourished and weak she squeezed through the trellis under our deck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finding a place of shelter and protection.<\/span><\/p>\n

So we fed her outside. We called her Ms. Kit.<\/span><\/p>\n

We were already feeding Thunder Snow. Our long-term outside cat feeder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kit made it a habit over time to come out from under to get food.<\/span><\/p>\n

Occasionally there would be a confrontation with Snow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to be a referee.<\/span><\/p>\n

Weak as she was, she was always the stronger.<\/span><\/p>\n

Or to be clear, Thunder Snow who has never uttered a sound was easily dominated.<\/span><\/p>\n

As time went on, Kit grew stronger.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wounds healed and she became a familiar sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

But she was old, blind in one eye, and didn\u2019t hear well.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her task became to tug on our heartstrings. She succeeded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then came the day in November when she decided to come inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

She explored the house and went back to her under-deck home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Days later she came in again.<\/span><\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t long before she moved in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She never let us get near her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But she was satisfied with the arrangements.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then came the seizure. It was time to get serious<\/span><\/p>\n

To the vet we went. She had feline AIDS to add to her sight and hearing issues<\/span><\/p>\n

Medication was given for an infection but the prognosis was not good.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So we did what we could. We fed her and cleaned up after her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thankfully, setting up 3 litter boxes in different rooms helped guide her.<\/span><\/p>\n

As time passed the number of seizures increased.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Following each seizure, we were able to pet and comfort her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But she would recover fast and then have nothing to do with us again.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the seizures continued over the next 2 months, confusion reigned.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had trouble walking with only one eye working, startled easily, and lost her balance more frequently.<\/span><\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t look good. Then came the bathroom accidents.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A call to the vet resulted in some anti-seizure meds to help, a seven-day supply<\/span><\/p>\n

Seizures stopped but everything else got worse.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Five days later a decision had to be made.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quality of life has always been the benchmark that we used to make our decisions about her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not only our quality of life but more importantly hers. Her time had come.<\/span><\/p>\n

In all the time we knew her, she never complained and never sought comfort, though much was offered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We did all we could to help her survive.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Six months was a lot longer than she would have had without help.<\/span><\/p>\n

And that\u2019s exactly what we tried to provide. We could do no less.<\/span><\/p>\n

So today, Ms. Kit, as we let you move on, know that we will not forget you.<\/span><\/p>\n

We wish we could have done more.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

May you do well in your next life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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