I haven’t been around much. You may (or may not) recall that last fall, our beloved Kaylee was diagnosed with severe cardiomyopathy. We treated it aggressively and she got better for a while, but a few months later she suddenly crashed. There was literally nothing that could be done, and we had to let her go that night (right before Christmas vacation). Also last fall, Fiona was diagnosed with insulinoma. It didn’t seem that bad, and we treated it carefully; she seemed to be doing fine. But a month after losing Kaylee, we came home from work to find that Fiona had died during the day. It seemed to be a peaceful passing, so we’re grateful for that, but still. Sometimes I wonder if she just gave up living; she had been with Kaylee her whole life, and she never really took to Hurricane Gabriel.
Gaby missed his companions and wanted to be with me all the time. Not having recently won the lottery, there was no way I could quit my job and stay home to attend to the needs and whims of one small animal. We started to think about getting him a buddy, a shelter fuzzy in the same age range with an easygoing temperament. I’ll spare you the dithering, but we finally made it happen and it is now my pleasure to present to you Oliver, aka Ollie, aka Ollie-pop, aka Tropical Storm Oliver (click to make him bigger and cuter):
He's just a bit shy. Let's see if we can get him to show himself a little later. We adopted him from our local shelter, Denise's Delightful Dookers, in early April. We named him Oliver after the Dickens character, because his was a sad story but we hope it too has a happy ending. Ollie was found by somebody in a field in Bellevue in the *middle of January* and turned over to Animal Control, who brought him to DDD. We have no idea if he got out and his owner couldn't find him (although s/he could have looked harder, amirite?) or if he was dumped. Denise worked hard to get him fed and healthy enough for me to come along and meet him. He's a big boy, almost three pounds now, probably a couple years old, with butterscotch fur that is now so very soft and fluffy. As you can see, he has a sincere and earnest little face. ( Collapse )
We are pretty happy to have him in our weird little family. I hope he and Hurricane Gabriel have a long and happy life with us.
Let me leave you with one last picture of my beloved girls sleeping peacefully. I like to remember them like this.