His name is Yodi and he's 17. Has hyperthyroid and on one med per day. I pick him up at the beginning of July. He's got a bit of meezer in him and his colouring is all different shades of grey. Gee, sounds like the book.....
Story is that at an advanced age, his human took him to the vet and his hyperthyroidism (sp?) was discovered. Human said put him to sleep and walked away. The vet surrendered him to the no-kill shelter and he's been there for months and months. He was adopted out once but was returned for bad behaviour. Duh!!! Stupid idiot decided to cut him off his thyroid medicine. Long story short, I've signed the papers and will become his long term foster Meowmie when I get back from Ottawa on July 2nd.
He hates other animals so he's now in a cage by himself. I just could not bare to think of him living out the remainder of his days there. It's a very well run shelter and kept really clean with wonderful volunteers, but he has to be in a cage because there is no other place to put him, especially since it's kitten season.
Oh yes and you should see his eyes light up when I mention the Catmobile and all the trips it takes.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.