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Remembering Figaro

Kerry See - Thursday, September 27, 2018


I received an email one October morning from a client regarding "another" kitten in his yard.  We affectionately called his yard Tuxedo Central. A single kitten born of a close knit colony of tuxedo cats,  he was the fourth kitten born that year.  The first three had been rescued, vetted and spayed just a couple of months prior.  
On October 30th, I rushed over to my client's home to check on the little guy as I feared what could happen on the following day.  I found him alone, no parents around, sleeping on a chair cushion in the middle of a cement patio.  What's a girl to do but scoop him up and take him home, right?  
I brought this little fuzzy boy home. One look into my eyes, while bottle feeding him, and I was wrapped around his tiny white tipped paws! I introduced him to the pride he would soon call his family and he settled in almost immediately.  I had just rescued another kitten, Rudy, just a month prior.  Rudy was just 8 weeks old so Figgy snuggled up to him and they became fast besties.  Figgy snuggled up to everyone in the house whether they wanted him to or not.  He cuddled with Beebop, my ch kitty, Venus, Dizzy, Patch, Mina and Big Nico!  He was a very silly and affectionate kitty.  He would sit between my legs and inch closer and closer gazing into my eyes the entire time.  He would always hop up to head bump my hand, purring and cooing under my pets.
At a year and a half old, he started to experience some health issues and his vet suggested a urethrostomy and subsequent diet change. Figlet, as he became known due to his hearty appetite and roundish shape, recovered from the surgery but was never the same.  As far as the surgeon was concerned, all healed perfectly.  A mommy knows her baby and I knew something was off. 
He had difficulty:  he battled cystitis and incontinence for a year post op. Through it all, he remained my sweet, loving baby boy.  He enjoyed sitting in his cat tree; he had a couple of favorite roosts. Occasionally, he would feel better than usual and want to play.  Seeing him play a bit would fill my heart with such happiness.  He enjoyed his raw food and his treats and tolerated his prescription food and all the supplements for bladder health, urinary tract health and stone dissolution.  
He began to spend more and more time by himself and stayed in his house or in his roosts, only coming out to eat with his fur family.  I was thrilled he still enjoyed eating.  In April 2018, something changed. He was hospitalized for a bladder stone and had a severe reaction to pain medications.  I nearly lost him!  After much deliberation, his vet and I agreed he needed to be maintained on diet and surgery would need to be postponed until he was strong enough.
He began losing weight and despite my efforts to get him to eat his rx diet flavored with food he loved, he still seemed to lose weight.  He seemed happy and ate really well during the first couple of days in August but I noticed something concerning that Friday.  I started to treat for what I thought was another bout of cystitis and planned to bring him to the vet on Monday to explore the possibility of another stone and surgical removal. 
Monday morning was terrifying.  My heart told me I was losing my baby boy.  My mind was in denial.  He was not even four years old!  How could this be happening.  Deep down I had known this was coming. Guilt was overwhelming me:  I should have given him fluids everyday.  I could have lowered his kidney values had i given him fluids and more bee pollen.
I rushed Fig to the hospital.  Unfortunately, all his vet could do was keep him comfortable.  X-rays revealed a blood filled bladder; labs revealed extraordinary kidney and liver values, indication of cancer and severe anemia.  I brought my Figlet home that night.  I was so caught up in making sure his fluids were running and giving him his medications, I lost precious time.  My Figgy passed at my side 3:15am Tuesday.  
He took part of me with him that morning.  I know, in my heart, I was his mommy and he was my baby boy.  I know, too, that he is with his fur family:  those he knew in his life (Stevie, Venus, Beebop and JoeJoe) and those he didn't.  Until I can hold him again in my arms, I will always hold him in my heart.
RIP my Figlet.
October 6th, 2014 - August 7th, 2018


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