About An Orange Angel
This Is Ginger
This is a tribute to my loving orange tabby who has gone over the rainbow bridge. She was a very special cat, and I still miss her to this day. She lived a very long time, (19 years), and she will always be a special little pet to me.
I got Ginger from a pet shop in a local mall when she was just a little kitten. Even then, I knew she was going to be something special. Rather than play with the other little kittens in her cage, she pressed her little nose against the glass and just meowed and meowed at me. I was a teenager at the time. I begged and pleaded for my mom to buy her, and she did. We already had another cat, but I think my mom was as taken with her as I was.
We took her home, and she immediately rubbed against everyone's legs. Everyone was my mom, me, my sister, and my brother. We were all hooked. We named her Ginger because of her coloring.
When I decided to move out on my own, my mom told me to go ahead and take her with me because I was her favorite, and my future stepfather didn't like cats anyways. So she lived with me in my grandmother's basement, along with my other cat.
When she was 12 years old, she was diagnosed with diabetes. Yes, animals get diabetes too. My vet said that she could have a good quality of life until she was 14 or 15, if I was willing to give her the insulin she was going to need, and bring her back for checkups twice a year. Of course, I agreed. I'd had her since she was a baby, and you don't kill people with Diabetes do you? My boyfriend at the time thought I was crazy and didn't understand why I was so willing to take care of her like that. She should be "put down" he said. I told him that she was here before he was, and if he didn't like it, he could leave. I'll admit there were some days when I felt I had made a mistake. Giving her insulin injections twice a day wasn't always fun, but I was repaid in spades with the love she gave me for the rest of her life.
When I married my husband, and we bought our house, she was here too. She was very old by then. She had already lived 4 years longer than she was supposed to when she was first diagnosed with the Diabetes. Right after we moved into our new house, her health started to deteriorate rapidly. Neither my Vet or myself were willing to give up on her just yet. We tried changing her insulin dosages, and she did stay in the hospital for a few days so the Vet could run some other tests on her. She seemed fine about 3 days later, so I brought her home again. As soon as she got home, she deteriorated again. I had come to the conclusion that it was time to "let go" of my baby. I made an appointment to have her Euthanised. That was a Wednesday, so I made the appointment for Monday, just because that was going to be my next day off at work. The last day of her life was very hard for me. She couldn't even go to the bathroom by herself anymore. She wouldn't eat and she wouldn't drink for two days. That last morning, she had something to eat and drink, and she licked my hand, and she went to sleep. Off to work I went. That night, it was Friday, when I got home from work she had died. To this day, I think that she just wanted me to know that she was okay with me "letting her go." She wanted me to remember her healthy, not sickly. She's now buried under a tree in my yard.
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