Sleep well, Tartie-luv

This morning at around seven-thirty or so, my Tartie was found at the gate that leads to the laundry area. He...I guess he was hit by a car. I'd like to think he was hit by a car, because the scenario that hubby came up with - that the drivers could have been offered money to kill the cats - is too painful to contemplate, given as how a) Tartie hardly ever goes out of the garage and (b) is the sweetest babycat imaginable.

What makes it hurt all the more is that when I left him in the garage this morning, he was bright-eyed and full of life, he'd just had his breakfast. My poor sweet babycat...of them all, he never gave me any trouble, never left the house, always was within call and greeting me with those little miaows of his.

I can't look at the top of the freezer without thinking of him and how he would ask to have his food served there. I'll go clean the litter pans this afternoon, and look around for his presence, because he used to use the pans the second I'd cleaned them. All the little things, you know?

Latte and Budi came up to me while I was sobbing over his body, miaowing and head-butting me. Trying to comfort Marmar, poor loves.

Oh, Tartie. How I will miss you! Sleep well, my little rescue baby - and say hello to all the family that went ahead. At least you won't be lonely, wherever you are.

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One last look at my boy

This is a picture of Tartie asking Biscuit to play.

Biscuit is the one on the chair, and Tartie is on the floor. Though they're not related, they could easiy have been brother and sister.

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I am attempting to write this post with Biscuit sitting smack bang in front of the monitor. Cannot figure out if she wants food or comfort.

Turned out she wanted comfort. I think she's a little disoriented from the virus. Which brings me to the subject of this post. Walker hopped up on the bed this morning, and did all the things she did before she settles down. Only this time, she would take a breath and then cry and look at me as if to say, "Marmar, what's this?"

So there was nothing for it but to rush her to the vet. Poor little thing. She was distressed enough already with the cold, then I had to bung her into the carrier and take her heaven knows where. But she was a good patient at the vet, where she weighed in at 4.25 kg (!!!), and her temperature registered normal. Thank God, no infection.

Dr. D was our vet for the day, and his diagnosis was a viral/bacterial bug. Given how it seems to have spread like summer lightning from Patpat, Biscuit, Pixel, and Walker, the vote goes to a viral infection.

I was sent on my way with colloidal silver, LC-Vit, and prescriptions for two other medicines at Mercury Drug. These I bought at the new branch in front of St. Luke's - a well-equipped place with the widest aisles I've ever seen in a drugstore. Got myself some Cetaphil while I was at it, and a newspaper for Ramon.

Once we got home, we let Walker out of the carrier in the house. Told her she had to stay inside because of her cold, and she complained a little, but then settled down on the sofa. Brioche and Bunbun settled down with her to keep her company, and Baguette came up making querying noises. She'd seen her mummy in the carrier and wanted to know what happened, I guess.

We all managed to get some rest, and then it was time for the medicines. I discovered quickly that Walker is not a very good patient. So after the first round of medicines (which ended up with about fifty to sixty percent going down Walker's throat and the rest to perdition), I have developed a technique that will get her medicine inside her. Experience has taught me that one doesn't have to follow the doctor's prescription to the letter, as long as the right dose of meds gets into the cat at the the end of the day.

Life went on pretty much as usual, except for Tartie's absence. *sniffle* It's quiet without him. I've got his collar hanging along with the brand new ones - I don't think anyone will wear it now.

On a brighter note: I saw Mrs. Qbie sunning herself in the neighbors garage. She had the kittens with her. I only saw one kitten clearly - we were on the way to the vet with Walker then - but it is the spitting image of Qbie. Is fat, too - the people obviously are kind to animals there. That is a good thing, and may the house be blessed.