BENEFITING: FRIENDS OF THE VERONA STREET ANIMAL SHELTER
EVENT DATE: Jun 08, 2013
As many of you know our beloved cat, Remington, passed away suddenly on March 29, 2013. He was the best friend and companion my husband Aaron and I could ask for. He greeted us at the door every day when we came home, head butted us for kisses and attention, slept at our sides and was just amazing all around. He understood us and was there for us through every crappy hand we were dealt. We had a late stage miscarriage, we lost an aunt and granpda and he was there with us through all those things. He knew we were hurting and he was always there to help make us feel better and make us laugh. We took it very hard when he died. Especially me. I couldn't function. I had this hole inside my soul. My soul and spirit were shattered. Nothing mattered anymore. I was broken.
We were not ready to get another cat after Remington. However, our other cat, Tylee was very stressed and we started to notice that she was pulling her fur out. We decided to start a slow search for a new kitty. We debated about whether or not we wanted to get another one that lookd like Remington. Aaron, did not think that it was a good idea. A lot of other people agreed. We began the search for a new cat on April 6, 2013. Did we want a kitten? Did we want a senior, less adoptable cat? We went back and fourth. After having no luck at adoption events, Aaron decided that we should go to Rochester Animal Services. Remington did not come from RAS but, our new lovebug, Jace did.
On April 15th, we walked into RAS. I immediatley started crying. You could smell fear and death in the place. The horrified looks on the cats faces tore at my hearstrings. However, as tough as a decision it was I decided to wash my hands and start to leave. I don't know what it was that made me turn back around and take another look, I really don't. I turned around though and I saw this beautiful 10 month old Remington. I swear that I saw Remington in that cage. I again started crying and told myself that it was not a good idea and it was not the cat for us. I knew my husband Aaron wanted a kitten. I also figured Tylee and our rabbit, Winchester would adapt better to a new kitten. So I kept telling myself I made the right decision by saying no. That evening and night all I did was cry. I could not stop thinking that I just killed Remington and I felt all those emotions from his death all over again, like it just happened that day. The next day I called the shelter to find out how long cats typically had before being PTS. There was no definate answer. I again, said no.
I don't know what it was that made me change my mind. Later that day, April 17, 2013 we were at RAS adopting "Melo." We picked him up the next day and all my wounds were healed. He was incredible. It was like Remington's soul embodied him. We were debating about what to name him for days. Then I noticed he stopped eating and drinking and had a bad URI. We went to the vet and came home with medications to give. The next day he still was not eating, drinking, grooming or really even moving and we made a trip to the ER vet. After fluids and a few more medications we came back home. The next day we were back at the vet because he had still not eaten. In fact, he refused all food he was offered. As I type this he is sitting in the hospital and we do not know his outcome. He has Haemobartonellasis Felis and a severe URI. The combination of the two illnesses is bad. We are waiting for our vet to call us and update us as to what is going on. I wouldn't change a thing though. I would adopt him again in a heartbeat. Through all of this he has remained strong, loving and awesome. We finally named him last night April 22nd. We decided on Jace. It means healer. He truly has healed our family's wounds.