Egyptian Princess

I’m writing this and posting to my blog because this is what I’ve always done – for years and years now.  When one of my own furry family members dies, or one of my Wishers, I write about it.  So even though I haven’t blogged for a very long time now, I’m writing today in honor and memory of a long-time Wisher.  I realize that no one even knows to stop by the Daily Dose these days, but I’m doing this for her (and me).

Isis became a Wisher in the summer of 2012.  She was a year or two old at that time (or possibly older).  She died last week, at the estimated age of 14 or 15. 

Back in 2012, she was a feral calico with two tiny kittens when I was brought into her story.  The most amazing thing about her (once she was rescued and brought here) was her relationship with a Florida cat turned Wisher – Quinn.   Isis and Quinn became the Matriarch and Patriarch of Winnie’s Wish.  It was amazing really.  They became fast friends which was entertaining all on its own.  But they also “helped” with future rescued cats and kittens, always welcoming and calming the newbies.  Two wonderful cats, a pair, who helped me tame multiple cats and kittens over the years.  They were best friends right up until Quinn's death two years ago.

 

 

 

Isis had been living with IBD for a long time.  She had been treated with both prescription medications and natural supportive products.  She got thinner and thinner no matter how much she ate.  And she was always ready to eat.  The last two weeks of her life she became ravenously hungry.  I fed her the special diet she was on – as much as she wanted – but she lost even more weight in a very short period of time.  Each morning she would run to greet me.  Yes, she liked to have me show up, but she mostly ran to me because there was a scrumptious meal in it for her (smile).  The one thing she ALWAYS did, though, was to meet me at the front door when I was all done with the two-and-a-half hours of animal work every morning.  No matter what time I finished and was heading back to the house, Isis would run to me to be picked up.  I would carry her to a table that sat by the front door.  She expected to be held and petted and talked to and to be set down on this table, and I was to talk to her as I stepped through the door to leave.  She always reached one paw out for me as I slowly closed the door.  And I would say (every day) – “Ok Isis.  See you later.  Love you.”  And we would both move on to the next phases of our days.

Most of my Wishers are cats who started out feral or very nearly so.  They are all cats who do not want people to enter their world.  Except me.  I’ve been accepted by all but two of the Wishers.  So I have a unique and wonderful relationship with each of these sweethearts.  Isis and I had our routine, our special relationship.  I’m honored to have had her in my life and to have been accepted by her.  I miss her very much.

 

 

Isis - Farewell.