family stuff
May. 7th, 2007 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaHappy Birthday to my darling Small Sis, who is 11 today. Where the hell did all those years go?! It only seems like yesterday that Sally from Barnardos phoned my mum to say they had a new baby on the project, only 6 days old, whose parents weren't coping well and were in need of respite care. 'Just five afternoons a week for six weeks,' she said. 'Just till they get on their feet.'
Um, yeah. Eleven years later, she's still with us and ours for keeps! Funny how things turn out.
Happy Birthday also to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pixi_avatart, while I'm thinking about it - have a great day!
My Big Sis had to have her little kitten Nutmeg put to sleep yesterday. Only seven months old, but she had never been well since they had her - they've spent a small fortune having tests done to find out what was wrong. Yesterday morning Deb got home from church to find Nutmeg collapsed on the bed, which was soaked in urine. She'd had a stroke. Only seven months old. Deb rushed her to the vet, who said her test results had come in last the previous night and weren't good at all. They'd feared cat leukaemia or feline aids - it wasn't either of those, but apparently was something just as bad. I'm not sure the name of the disease, but it is highly contagious. Deb wasn't even allowed to take the body home with her to bury in the garden - the vet had to arrange to have her disposed of in a special, biological incinerator!
Ray bought that kitten for Deb as a Christmas present, because of the whole not being able to have a baby thing. So she's pretty gutted. Also, they have to disinfect the entire house and keep a very close eye on the other two cats, Lulu and Disney, and just hope to hell they don't catch it too.
Um, yeah. Eleven years later, she's still with us and ours for keeps! Funny how things turn out.
Happy Birthday also to
pixi_avatart, while I'm thinking about it - have a great day!My Big Sis had to have her little kitten Nutmeg put to sleep yesterday. Only seven months old, but she had never been well since they had her - they've spent a small fortune having tests done to find out what was wrong. Yesterday morning Deb got home from church to find Nutmeg collapsed on the bed, which was soaked in urine. She'd had a stroke. Only seven months old. Deb rushed her to the vet, who said her test results had come in last the previous night and weren't good at all. They'd feared cat leukaemia or feline aids - it wasn't either of those, but apparently was something just as bad. I'm not sure the name of the disease, but it is highly contagious. Deb wasn't even allowed to take the body home with her to bury in the garden - the vet had to arrange to have her disposed of in a special, biological incinerator!
Ray bought that kitten for Deb as a Christmas present, because of the whole not being able to have a baby thing. So she's pretty gutted. Also, they have to disinfect the entire house and keep a very close eye on the other two cats, Lulu and Disney, and just hope to hell they don't catch it too.
