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We lost our kitty Savanah just after Memorial Day. It was stupidity on my fault. We are still not over it! Some just won’t understand but pets become part of the family especially during difficult times.

A few years ago when we moved we thought we could keep her but too late we found out pets were not allowed in our apartment complex. Never really gave it a thought because we knew others in the same complex who did have pets. When we sold our house it wasn’t really on our minds.

Eventually we smuggled her into our new home in the middle of the night then kept her “hidden” until we were comfortable.

In the meantime she took very well to the new home, was the happiest we’d ever seen her. She loved looking out the sliding glass doors and watching the birds. She took control waking me up when it was time to go to work and being the only one to greet me when I got home.

If we deviated from the norm she would get upset.

She would snuggle with us at night and sit in our laps during the day...sometimes to the point of irritation, lol!

She was so happy and so were we!

Then she got a urinary tract infection. I didn’t realize it because she was a totally indoor cat and she was always so happy and full of life.

She started to have problems going in her litterbox. A couple of days later I came home at 7AM and found her in distress by the patio doors.

Of course our car was having problems and I had planned on fixing that the same day.

Held off on Savanah because she seemed to perk up and was back to her normal happy self. I made an appointment with the vet for the following day even though it was coming up on Memorial Day and they said they might have problems.

They did and so did Savanah.

He told us that she had developed a severe infection as well as bladder stones. He would try to do a catheterization but we would have to have her over the weekend.

I foolishly thought that would be fine.

It wasn’t.

When we picked her up she was in bad shape, I won’t detail. The catheterization was succesdful but the infection was obviously out of control.

The vet recommended we take her to the emergency room at a hospital miles away and we did.

That ride was one of the precious moments we remember!

It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny with spring birds in the air. On the way I stroked her head and she looked at me with so much love and trust. Everything would be OK.

When I carried her into the hospital her eyes were wide in wonderment seein the deep blue sky, the birds and smelling the fertile, spring country air.

She gazed at Mrs p6 and I and nodded...we all knew the outcome. But she was happy.

They couldn’t save her.

It would have cost thousands of dollars on top of tne hundreds already spent (that did’t matter!) and the only guarantee was that she would never be the same. She would not be able to get around be herself, needed weekly visits for dialyisis and would need medication for pain.

We cried and I am crying now.

We said goodbye.

I couldn’t get in the car and had to walk the grounds looking at the last blue sky she saw.

That’s all...I can’t write the rest and there is aa lot more about her connection to a part of our lives that had passed. I’ve ranted too much already.

The only advice I have is to say to keep a warm spot in your heart. Remember the good times. The pain never goes but realize and treasure what you have now. Take your pets to a vet annually!

Sorry for the typos and rambling...there is a lit of dust in the room..

Miss you Savanah...7 years old...too young.