Colleen

Colleen is one of three kittens I rescued in May 2000.  After a night of thunderstorms, Marie, my tortie was just going nuts.  I couldn't figure out what was wrong.  Then I heard a very faint mewing.  I went out to the side yard.  I had a lot of shrubs there.  I found in a pool of water three week old kittens.  I picked them up, dried them off and called my vet.  His response was, "They are too young.  You can't keep them alive."  My response, " So you are telling me to just let them die.  No way.  Tell me what I have to do to save them."  So he told me I had to get some KRM, kitten replacement milk.  Ok, where do I get it.  He had it in his office so I made him meet me there.  It was 7am.  They had to be fed every 2 hours.  I worked a 10  hour day.  So I took them to my daughter.  She hauled in a friend and they fed them round the clock every two hours with an eyedropper.  The lived and grew.  All had problems.  Sylvester, she saw ghosts.  She would sit on her back legs and just paw the air.  She had to be put down at 8 because of cancer.  General Lee was a beautiful gray.  His mama just had to put him down about 2 weeks ago.  Cancer.  Colleen. Colleen has those deer-in-the-headlight eyes.  When she was younger, she would curl up next to my side at night and knead her claws all night.  She is very shy and will let no one pet her except me.  Now it is time to let her go.  She is going into renal failure.  Since Christmas she has lost a lot of weight.  I called Dr. Don yesterday and talked to him, describing her symptoms.  Yes, he told me I am right.  So next Wednesday morning I will take her to him and let him put her down.  She will join Marie and Max waiting for me at the rainbow bridge.  I will miss her.