That’s interesting. My husband and I took in a little tortie tiger striped kitten who came into our garage and demanded food.
Of course, she got the food and we named her Tiger. She had a wonky eye, and we took her to the vet. She had a congenitally
blocked tear duct making her eye too dry.
The vet cleared the blockage, and we took her home and medicated her eye properly for several years when it finally cleared
up completely and looked nearly normal. She lived to be 19-1/2, and on her last day, she lay on my lap all morning, looking
up at me while I cuddled her and told her everything was going to be all right. Late in the morning, we took her to the vet,
and after walking her around in my arms and letting her smell the sea air of the Carquinez Strait, we took her inside the
hospital and even though she was nearly gone, the vet euthanized her. I still cry over and miss her. She died Feb. 15, 2002.
I was glad that in her last moments, she could see and smell the beautiful day and know how much we loved her.