Miley – one year you are gone

Today is one year you’re gone and it’s hard to believe that it’s one year already, with last year going so fast.
My heart still aches at times, for the love you once gave. It’s took since November to be able to look at my special canvas print of you, without crying.

There are still signs of when you were once here; the threads pulled on cheap jeans, marks at the end of the settee where you cheekily clawed a few times, a blanket that has threads pulled from when you used to produce on it, before settling down to sleep.

I will never forget the love, you gave.

RIP Miley. XX

 

The photo below, was taken a couple of years ago.

My cat Miley on my lap

Chit-chat pets – How having pets changed my life

Feeling alone as a child because of being bullied, not feeling I belonged and not many friends, having pets were my lifeline, as a child.
Budgies were first, then canaries. Then later, when I was 9 years old, I had my first dog, a collie cross, who I named Brin.
I loved taking him for walks. I was always out with him and I loved the responsibility of looking after him. He was my best friend. The story as you know if you are a regular reader becomes sad later, which I won’t repeat here, as there are posts on here, that I wrote as I dealt with the trauma it left me with as an adult.

My next pets were cats in my teens. We had two kittens. First one a tabby who we named Lucy, then 6 months later, we owned a black cat who we named Smokey, because of how her fur shown different colours in the light.
Lucy disappeared at the age of 3 years old. I still say she packed her bags that day, after she hissed and growled at Smokey for the first and last time. (Smokey was domineering.)
I then had Lady, a stray, who was a tabby. We came across her, while searching for Lucy. Smokey soon realised her domineering days were over. They each knew to keep away from the other, while living in the same house. Lady came with me when I moved out into my own place. I knew for a long time before Lady came along that Smokey could not come with me. My mum loved her and although Smokey enjoyed her fuss from me, she was a mummy’s girl. So it was best she stayed with her. But by the time I moved out, it was some months or a year before when Smokey had to be put to sleep, due to her health deteriorating further.

Lady seemed to be aware of my deafness I learnt, as we lived together. She’d let me know when the post arrived. For how long she had been trying to tell me this, before I realised, I don’t know. For this, it meant Lady was even more special to me.

When Lady passed away, it took me nearly 4 years, before owning another cat, which was Miley. Miley had to be put to sleep this year, in March, as you know,after her not being well. She had cancer, for those new to this blog.

In the time of Lady’s passing and before acting Miley, I owned a hamster, who I named Bubbles. For a little thing, I felt huge love off her.

Owning pets has given me a reason to live, while something to care for. At very difficult times as an adult, when I used to find it difficult to get up in a mornings, by owning a pet meant I had to get up. After all, who is going to feed them otherwise?

Difficult nights, with a cat who was there when I got home from work, was comforting. I would feel happy again even, especially when receiving love off Miley in particular. She soon put a smile on my face.

Chit-chat: Are you having another cat?

I thought this question would have stopped now, but it still seems to crop up and it did recently again.

The short answer is no.

But going deeper into the answer why it’s a no, if you are interested, is that I am in no situation to own another cat.

Most private properties, especially flats, do not accept pets, or to the point, definitely not cats, or dogs. Unless of course you are in a council property, they will allow, but there may be a limit as to how many, which varies in different areas. So until I am in a council property, I can’t even contemplate thinking of owning a cat. Even if I was allowed a cat, financially I can’t afford a cat right now.

By the time, if not before, owning a council property, I may go down the route of owning guinea pigs. But again, this is whether I can financially, even though I know they are more affordable once they have their set up. But I want to make sure they have the best. So until I know there is a place in a corner of a  room where will have plenty of room in a pen, it won’t happen till I know.

The only connection in my life when it comes to cats, is Cats Protection. I will go every time I have donations to give, from where Miley came from originally. So if you see me near there, it’s because I am donating, not adopting. 😊

Day 12 of the #blurtselfcareathon – Animals

I have expressed in a past post, that I am an animal lover, as long as it the four-legged furry kind, or two-legged feathered friends. If I am to own a pet, with the exception of birds now, these are the pets you will find in my home, if I am to be a pet owner. I have had pets from an early age.

Pets I have had:

  • Goldfish
  • Dogs
  • cats
  • A hamster
  • Budgies
  • Canaries
  • Cockatiels

Cats is what I seem to have had the most of and this is what I would like to continue doing, unless circumstances stop me.
But the experience I had when owning a hamster one time, is these can give you as much love as a larger pet can. My hamster, Bubbles used to cuddle with me for about half an hour, (give or take,) by lying either in the nook of my arm, or under my chin. But her favourite place was to be under my chin and close to my neck. So if cats were not a possibility, I may have a hamster again.

#blurtselfcareathon #theblurtfoundation #mentalhealth #selfcare

Thank you to my readers, in showing…

I would like to write a short post, just to express my thanks to readers who have shown an interest in my cat, Miley.
I was looking at the stats yesterday and to say there have been lots of blog posts I have written and the post, “Thank you, Miley,” had not long been aired, this post was at position 15 of most read posts. The other posts of where I gave update on Miley, were even higher. I felt rather humbled yesterday, discovering this.

Thank you. 🙂

Thank you, Miley.

Thank you Miley, for all the endless love you gave to me. It was so endless, I remember right at the beginning, it felt so suffocating. But that soon passed, looking into your adorable eyes. How could I not resist. 🙂
The love and endless cuddles never stopped when you were ill, except I noticed our final days, we had extra.
The very last day, you did not want me out of your sight, as you cried when I went upstairs. When I came down within two minutes of your calling and grabbed the blanket, you knew that was a sign I was sitting back down. You soon jumped back onto my lap and lay back down.
Thank you also, for welcoming and trusting my visitors. They sure loved you, as I did.

Miley my cat on my lap

Thank you for trusting me, which I noticed you gained trust after the first 5 minutes of being in my home. I thought you’d be a nervous cat, with the observations I made at the cat rescue place where I first met you. I was going to sit on the floor at your level, so you could come to me when you wanted, but just as I was going to sit on the floor, you jumped up on my lap and settled down. There you stayed, until I moved you.
The next day, you curled up on the floor in a sunny spot and did not move for some time. I tested you, by banging the kitchen door deliberately, because sometimes I did do this accidentally. You never moved a muscle, so I knew you felt safe. But all the same, I tried to be careful with the kitchen door.

Thank you for being such a faithful friend. You were constantly at my side, (or on my lap,) in our home. Every time I wanted to get up to make a cuppa, you just did not want to move. You followed me as though we were joined at the hips, as though you did not want to let me out of your sight. I had to look before I moved, to make sure I would not stand on your feet.

Thank you for having fun, as you learnt how to play. You soon learnt a ribbon wasn’t scary and it was actually fun to play. You soon learnt how to play with other toys and soon your toy box was expanding. It was fun to watch you create your own play too. 🙂

Thank you for learning how to be independent and to do your own thing when you wanted, in the safety of your own home. I will never forget the first time, as I was panicking, thinking, where are you? Are you alright? I found you asleep on your cat tower upstairs. I felt relief, knowing you were alright and I crept back downstairs, so I would not disturb you. But at the same time I was happy you felt safe and confident to be further away from me, I felt empty-handed until I got used to it. 😀 It was good we could have our own space and yet still meet up for our cuddles, when you wanted.

Thank you for making me laugh. There have been many antics over the years you have done, which made me laugh. There was always something new to see, when I least expected it.

Thank you for being my little nurse. I have not been well a few times since knowing you, but the first time you seen me ill in the night, I could see you were concerned. I kept being sick and in the end, I found it easier to just get on my bean bag and nod. I seemed to be able to be still more, when I chose this option. You were also happy with this option, so you could be by my side. You kept checking me over, before curling up next to me.
My bedroom was out-of-bounds for the first couple of years, but you twisted me around your little paw and I gave you a trial to see if you would stay in a certain spot. This spot was at the bottom of my bed, on your blanket. You learned this better, than I thought you would.

Thank you for teaching me to love a cat again. It took 4 years before I would own another cat again, (you,) because grief affected me that much. The love you gave and everything else that we shared has taught me not to allow grief to get in the way again. When the time comes to own a cat again, I will once again adopt, like I did you and always go for an older cat. The difference being that the next cat would be much older than you possibly and one that is passed by. I want to give that cat a home.
When I will one day do this, I don’t know, as the situation is not right now as I do more things. I don’t want to leave a cat home alone, as it is just not fair. Also, with me looking at one day moving, if I end up in a private flat before a council one, the chances of being allowed a cat is slim. Money situations that have changed and possibly could change in the future, means I may not have the money as I did before, knowing vet bills I may not be able to cover.
But when one day it does happen and when I am in a council property, I will give that elderly cat that is passed by, a very loving home for his, or her final days.
This is where my purpose lies, giving an older cat that is overlooked, a home. 🙂

Miley was put to sleep on the 19th March 2018, after discovering she had many tumours. I announced it, in this post.

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(Please note. I only lit this candle while taking this photo. Due to where I have this glass photo frame, I don’t have my candle lit, as it’s in my bookcase. I hope to have it one day in the future on a fixed wall shelf, or a suitable corner, so I can light it.)

The above photo, the verse on the glass frame says:

A trusting bond
we share together,
Loving feelings that will last forever.
A loyal friend
you always will be,
My beautiful cat so special to me.

© Christine Allan

Update on my cat, Miley.

Since last update, after taking Miley to the vets for her follow-up appointment and discussing with the vet how she has, or not been, it was decided an x-ray was needed. It was my call, as they did not want me to feel pressured. I said I wasn’t and I think it would be best if Miley had them. But depending on x-ray result, I also allowed an ultrasound to be done, if required.

I ended up with bad news, as Miley’s x-ray shown she had many tumours, which a couple of the tumours were big.
One of the largest of the tumours was in the soft tissue near her left front leg, hence she held that leg up at times. The other tumour, once it gets bigger, would affect Miley’s breathing.

After discussing things which then led onto to discussion about euthanasia and my wishes, I brought her home. I have now been spending the last few days with her, although a couple of the days I have gone out as planned to give our home a normal atmosphere.
It’s also a chance to give my mum a chance to say goodbye too and anyone else. I have made arrangements to have her put to sleep at home, on Monday. Me and my mum will be with her, when she is put to sleep.

As you will expect, it will be quiet blogging for a bit. x