Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my Mom's death. It was an emotional weekend for several reasons. We put flowers on her grave, and that always makes me cry. I miss her and Dad so much.
And we found a home for our front porch stray . . . . Ted had named her Savannah. I've never given a cat away before, and it was really difficult for me. I had become very attached to this sweet girl. The situation was not exactly what I wanted for her because the family has three dogs, a cat, and the cat is allowed inside and out. I told them if she didn't get along with the rest of the animals, I wanted her back. I shed quite a few tears for her when they left. Later that evening, Ted called to see how she was doing, and we found out she was hiding in a closet. I hope and pray it doesn't take her long to adjust to her new home.
This morning Gleek had to go back to the vet because of his crystal problem. I thought we had that nasty problem beat, but he couldn't pee this morning at all. For anybody who reads this blog that owns a cat - if you're not familiar with crystals, it can be a very dangerous situation, especially for boy kitties. If your cat can't urinate and keeps going in and out of the litterbox, get them to the vet ASAP. They can die within 48 hours if they are totally blocked.
What a way to start the week!