Okay, I have a third chapter to this story, and I hope you all will enjoy reading it.
I had a real hard morning on August 23rd, two days after I’d brought Keola home; I had to have an MRI which was pretty stressful, even though it was only on my foot. I am incredibly claustrophobic. Continue reading
Today’s post is about the kitten that I had to leave at the shelter so she could get spayed. And there is kind of a wonderful story to tell about her, aside from the fact that I got her.
Remember the song “Goin’ to the Chapel and I’m Gonna Get Married”? Well…
♪ Went to the shelter and I got me a kitty♫ ♪
♪ Went to the shelter and I got me a kitty♫ ♪.
♪ Gee, I really love him and he’s my new kitty …♪
♫ Went to the shelter of love…♪ ♫
The other day a good friend of mine said she hadn’t seen any new posts lately; I didn’t even know she read my blog. I knew I hadn’t posted recently; my heart hasn’t really been in it since ʻUkulele died. I’ve been having little glimmerings of wanting to update my blog again, and my friend’s words gave me the impetus to begin again.
Here is a photo of my girl with one of the skeins of yarn that she brought me.
I combined it with a photo of a mokihana lei for my Ravelry ravatar. I thought it would kinda be like the two of us always together.
I miss my girl….
This is a post long time coming. I just haven’t been able to write it because my grief has been too sharp, too deep, too wide, too painful. But now I think I’m ready to do this one. In it, I tell of the presents ʻUkie brought to me during the last weeks of her life. She was so pleased with herself, and every single evening, she’d bring me another prize. It was as if she was saying, “Look, Mom, I have slayed the terrible yarn giants!” She’d meow so proudly and even though she kept getting into my yarn basket, it gave me a smile. Every single time. I put all the yarns she brought me together, knowing that one day I would want a record of it.
It all began one morning when Nolemana and I went to a store that carried indoor fountains. They were really cool; you could have plants in them, and you could choose your own rock for the water to cascade down. The store also had pet supplies and a few pets for purchase, but all we were interested in was the fountain. We already had two cats and a dog and that was a full house for us. Continue reading
It’s been a month. A hard month of grieving for ʻUkulele. I still can’t say her name without wai maka to da max. She was my special girl, the warm, purring presence who snuggled up next to me every night, the pōpoki who followed me everywhere, who lay down next to me while I was spinning, who came up to comfort me when I was upset or cried. Sixteen years with her went by like a flash, and now she is gone from my presence, but not from my heart.
I get so much wai maka foa rite too much now… ʻUkulele now stay at peace, and like our vet says, her spirit soaring. I wen make dis collage of her and one mokihana lei…
I stay so lonely and sad rite now…
Mahalo nui loa foa alla support…
Sorry I haven’t been posting more photos of da Tour de Fleece… my special pōpoki, ʻUkulele, has been really sick. She is sixteen years old and for the past couple of weeks I’ve been having to give her Sub-Q fluids and meds. She has spent the last three days at the vet’s getting IV fluids and I’ve been going in twice a day to visit her. I’m bringing her home today, then tomorrow she has to have her blood drawn again to see where we are.
One of her favorite things to do is to bring me balls of yarn that she’s “killed”. She is so proud of herself, and I praise her like crazy when she does it. What’s a little cat saliva on yarn, anyway? I hope she continues it when she gets home and rests up; it’s one way I can tell she’s having a good day.
Needless to say, I’m very concerned and everything else has pretty much taken a back seat to taking care of her. She is my special girl, and I’m having a pretty hard time with this…
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