How did he come into your life? Adoption, stray, friend? Which ever way, thanks for giving him a good home. We have 3 cats. One was planned, the other two just showed up and stayed. Been about 5 years now.
He's from the pound. We hit the rescues or the shelters for all of our pets. While you run the risk of an unknown medical history, there are just so many great pets around, I wouldn't want to support a puppy mill.
We have had a rough year. About a year ago, we lost our Great Dane mutt, Duke. He was 18 months old when we adopted him. He was a big boy (great dane... go figure) so the owners dumped him at the pound when he started jumping their 6' fence. He was a great dog, and ended up living to be about 12 years old. Then, we lost our Great Pyranees mix. Also a rescue, he lived to be about 9 years old. Hid a tumor in his abdomen from us for a long time. We didn't even know he was sick until the tumor had displaced his stomach so that he could no longer eat. And yesterday, we had to put down our Newfie mix. He had a seizure disorder, we believe due to a brain tumor. The seizures were pretty well controlled for several years, but over the last few months, they began increasing in severity. In the 24 hours prior to having him put to sleep, he had 9 grand mal seizures and was so disoriented and dizzy he couldn't stand up without falling over.
So, in about a year, we've gone from a 3 dog house to a 3 cat house. We got the kitten on Friday, not knowing that this was the last weekend we would have with Po. So, it wasn't the best weekend, but we're glad to have Chekov in our lives now. He's going to be a great cat.
