We got her when she was two weeks old. She was a little ball of fluff of a kitten that had developmental issues, had been dropped on her head, was rejected by her mother, and hadn't eaten for two days. Her owners didn't want her, and couldn't pay for treatment.
We named her Moxie, and nursed her as best we could. And, unexpectedly, she survived. She grew, but not much, topping out at a whole four pounds of Persian calico fluff. She was had to litter-train, a horribly messy eater, and eventually had to be taken down to a lion-cut because she couldn't ever figure out how to groom herself. But, she was sweet, and loved to sit in a warm lap, and would bounce around the house with a warbling little battle cry.
Eventually, though, her troubles caught up to her, in ways that neither my wife's veterinarian expertise, nor my determination, could overcome. And, after only a year and a half of life, we had to say goodbye to her tonight.
I'm sorry we couldn't do better for you, Miss Moxie. I hope you rest in peace, and maybe get dealt a better hand your next time around. We love you.
We named her Moxie, and nursed her as best we could. And, unexpectedly, she survived. She grew, but not much, topping out at a whole four pounds of Persian calico fluff. She was had to litter-train, a horribly messy eater, and eventually had to be taken down to a lion-cut because she couldn't ever figure out how to groom herself. But, she was sweet, and loved to sit in a warm lap, and would bounce around the house with a warbling little battle cry.
Eventually, though, her troubles caught up to her, in ways that neither my wife's veterinarian expertise, nor my determination, could overcome. And, after only a year and a half of life, we had to say goodbye to her tonight.
I'm sorry we couldn't do better for you, Miss Moxie. I hope you rest in peace, and maybe get dealt a better hand your next time around. We love you.
