When my first adopted cat, Ishqa, died at age 2 from FIP some 14 years ago, I “licked my wounds” and after a little while, thought I would try again. I went to the pound that I had gotten Ishqa from, and, not holding the facility responsible for his death because its head vet...
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Yesterday was a meaningful day in the Welton household, for it was doctor day. For me, I finally was able to see, and meet, a new doctor that I can call my primary after my last primary, a nurse practitioner in the hospital system I use, decided to become more of an administrator in...
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It is often a little sad to get up from lying there, my body stiff from my awkward headrest against the side of the bathtub, that angle cockeyed to my flat sprawl on the bathroom floor linoleum. It is hard because in the cat bed beside me, kneeling on the folded green towel, he...
Read more →It’s 10:30 PM, and after eating some of my mom’s delicious fudge, and staring at the criss-cross of water lines zigging over the reverse osmosis water tank sitting under the kitchen sink where it sounds like the run-off of a 3 hour torrent is draining into the metal chamber, leaving me wondering what is...
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I try to remember when Ishqa was little. I don’t know if I have any pictures of him as a little one. But one day he wasn’t there- not even the idea of him as a pet. And the next day he was. He was a pound kitty when I got him, like each...
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Today was a good day, although it started with the sky so melancholy that it quietly cried for a spell before the sun fully awoke and worked on cheering everyone up. I got up during its sadness and felt fall chill throughout the house and pet the kitties before I headed to church and...
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Today was a good Labor Day, although I continued to feel tired most of the day. The bulk of the day was spent at home. After a year of captivity, I let the cats out to scout the house. My little boy was like, “Meh.” The little girl came downstairs and cautiously checked out...
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