My Honeybun
What can I say about my sweet little man? You were basically dropped on my doorstep by a couple who couldn’t manage your attitude about not using the litter box any longer (you didn’t like the new man in her life and let her know it). No one wanted a older FIV+ cat. The only other solution was to put you in a tiny shelter out on a farm where you would never be adopted and you would hate being around all the other cats. You wanted space and you wanted a person all of you own. So, in 2004, you came to live with me. You were 7-10 years old at that time.
It took us time to bond, but bond we did. We snuggled on the sofa together, we ate dinner together (you always getting the choicest cuts of whatever I was eating, because that was just me showing you how much I loved you). You loved your shrimp fried rice, and would steal my shriimps from it every time I ordered it, lol. You even liked french fries and when it came to hoagies, watch out, because you wanted all the smoked turkey, bacon and ham that came on it! I let you want for nothing. You were my man.
When you first started showing signs of age I was sad. I knew that as an FIV+ cat you could live a long life, but you neeed to be kept healthy. I did everything I could to do that. I bought the best foods, took you to the vet regularly, and made sure you had everything your little heart desired.
When we found out in 2010 that you had cancer of the mouth in 2 different places, things changed rapidly. You no longer could eat the good food I bought. You had to have so many teeth pulled, and what teeth weren’t pulled you had tumors growing over them. So I decided to make my own chicken babyfood just for you, and you loved it! You ate it 4-5 times a day, and gained weight back and were looking so healthy, I thought this was the answer.
Unfortunately, when summer came, so did more problems. They came on rapidly, and they took you from me suddenly. I had no idea the pain you were in until it was too late. I’m so sorry for that. I would never have made you suffer a day in your life had I known what you were going through. FIV didn’t take your body and your health... internal bleeding, anemia, and your kidneys shutting down eventually did that.
I was with you when Dr. Karen took you from this life, and I’m hoping so hard that where you are now you are without pain and you are running free and feel like a kitten again. I need to believe this. I could never do anything to hurt my Bun Bun intentionally. I hope you like where we buried you, up by Finae, along the rose bushes and the flowering plants. It overlooks the rest of the farm, and you can hear all the birds in the trees where my dad has all the feeders and nesting shells hung.
I loved you so much. I just want you to know that. You were my Bun Bun... my sweet old man, you almost made it to 20 years, and that is amazing to me. I’m going to miss you so much, and no one will ever replace you in my heart. I do want you to know I adopted Laslo/Calloway so that I could care for another FIV+ cat, so that there would not be another one like you stuck in a shelter waiting for a home. I hope that he loves my home as much as you did. He will never replace you, but hopefully your spirit will live on through him.
I love you my Bun. You willl always be in my heart.
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