Bailey was put down this week. He survived, a free spirited barn cat, hunting snakes and mice and climbing up my leg when he wanted to be noticed. He would jump from the top of the hay loft unto my shoulders when he was younger. Not one to like the company of other cats, he was a true pariah, and although neutered, he still would fight with any male cat that came onto the property.
Bailey was headed for a long bout with CRF and although I understand that this can be fought with managed diet, pushing fluids and monitoring the cat, with Bailey this would be near impossible without confining him.
So with great sadness, we let him go. And now he is reunited with his brother Bartee and his mom Ms. Kitty. They are painfree and hunting heaven’s fields. Goodbye you spot of orange sunlight. I will miss you dashing across the pasture, head held high while dragging a garter, or a rubber snake for us to see. I will miss your none to gentle swat on my arm if I dared to pass you by without stopping first to say hello. Your walking over my head in the rafters as I fed the horses, your constant and puzzling behavior of ignoring fresh water daily given in a bowl, and opting instead for the scummy puddles found around the yard. I will miss your fishing for salamanders in the creek, most of all, I will miss you~