It’s been a while since I last updated here. So I thought it’d be time for a new theme and, hopefully, some new posts.
At the end of last year our gorgeous girls, Candy and Dipsy both died within weeks from each other. It’s been hard without them. Dipsy had heart failure and Candy had been ill for years. She had kidney failure. They were born, to different mothers, nine weeks apart and died nine weeks apart.
I didn’t see it coming with Dipsy. And I’m still feeling guilty about it. She was a lovely big girl, kind and a bit of a loner. She loved being with us, but she didn’t want to lie on my lap or anything. She just wanted to be in the same room as us. When she showed signs of being ill we took her to the vet immediately, but it was too late. Her heart couldn’t cope with the buildup of fluid in her lungs anymore. She died at home, with us being there, but not holding her. I really wanted to hold her, but I knew she wouldn’t have wanted that.
Nine weeks later we had to call the vet for Candy. She had been clinging onto life for months, but that faithful day she knew she couldn’t hold on longer. She passed away in my arms.
After a while we really couldn’t get over the emptiness and the loneliness at home, so we went searching for a breed that would suit us. When picking up Candy’s ashes the vet told us about Birmans. And we quickly fell in love with the breed. So we searched for a breeder relatively close to where we live. We found one about 45 minutes away.
We were lucky one of her cats was pregnant and she allowed us on her waiting list. On March 14 we got a phone call saying her cat had had four kittens and we could have two of them. We really wanted two girls again, but it wasn’t yet certain we could get two girls as, at first, the breeder had said she might want to keep one. But after six weeks we were told we’re in luck and we would get the two girls from the litter. So I’m presenting to you; Pinky and Dexter!