In my last blog I introduced a fourth member of our Homelessbear family; Finley the cat.
Well, we are back to a pack of three. Fiona is no longer with us, at least not physically. I feel her with me all of the time. I’ve been putting off writing this blog because I knew I would bawl my eyes out. I was right, here I sit with tears streaming down my face.
In the fall, we found a couple of girls that I trusted to watch Fiona. A high school girl for short trips, and a friend that just started a house and pet sitting business. Paul and I could actually fly somewhere together and not worry about Fiona. Anyone that knows me, knows that I always worried about Fiona. Fiona loved both of the girls. On our first real trip in years, we flew to Las Vegas to hang out with our friends.
I came home with a bad cold. A week later Fiona was coughing too. I thought she might have caught it form me and took her to the vet right away.
A week later she was coughing up blood. I took her to have tests done at a teaching veterinary hospital a few hours away from home. They were 99% sure it was lung cancer, but treated her for a fungal infection just in case. The only other way to know was to remove her lung. I was not going to put her through that kind of pain.They weren't even sure she would survive the surgery. If she did, it would have only given her another year of life. If it was fungal, she would respond to the medication and start to show signs of improvement right away. When we got home, she only got sicker and sicker. We had to do the hardest thing in a pet owners life and made the decision to have her euthanized. It’s been four months and I cry almost every day.
You know how they say things happen for a reason? Well, we never thought we would have an indoor cat! But, I think the reason he came into our lives was to help us with the loss of Fiona. He has been comic relief, and filled a small part of the big hole in my heart. He’s no Fiona, but I’ll keep him! I try to not get too attached because where we live, cats get eaten by predators all the time. I may take up the sport of coyote hunting, just to be safe!
While we were going through this I got countless messages and comments on my posts updating my friends and family on Fiona's condition. I couldn't reply to all of them at the time. I want to say thank you to everyone for your support. I read every comment and appreciate the outpouring of love for Fiona. She was a special girl.
After Fiona died, I did my best to keep busy. The cool thing about where we live is even though its a really small community, there is always something to do.
I took a trip to Southern California to spend a few days with Jane and Mark, and a week with my mama. Unfortunately, Mama got the flu just before I got there. If I had access to a hazmat suit, I would have worn one! The flu was no joke this winter. I donned gloves and a mask and decontaminated her house. I can’t believe I didn’t catch it, but I was determined!
At the end of fall we bought a smaller used camper. It was exactly what we were looking for. We have a couple adventures planned, so stay tuned!
I want to close with some happy Fiona memories.