Zita Gone, Now Ziggy, 3 Cats lost in two years Options

[Zita'sMom]

I posted in October about losing my sweet Zita. At the end of December I adopted Ziggy who I swear was related to Zita. She had the biggest healing purr I have ever heard from a cat. She wasn't Zita but she was a very special kitty and was so appreciative and happy in our home.

On Saturday she came home after 5 p.m. with wounds to her abdomen. I knew it was serious. She went to the emergency vet. Over the last 5 days we spent about $1300 on vet care.

We thought she was going to pull through but this morning at 6 a.m. she let out a distressed sound and stopped breathing. I reached into her crate, but she had left me.

The vet is pretty certain she was shot by an air gun. People can be so evil and cruel.

I cannot believe what has happened. She loved her "drippy water" from the sink and I will miss her leading me there and her huge gigantic purr.

My "helper" cat who helped me to deal with my loss of Zita is now gone... Life is not fair.

My heart is broken.

Jan.

[AngelCareOne]

I won't read what happened to your fur kids at this time if you suggest I don't. I do want to ask you though, how do you find strength within the situation? A part of me feels so helpless and hopeless that someone is walking around with no remorse having blown Ziggy and my life to pieces.

Well, I'll tell ya, Jan. I cope several different ways. At first, I was not able to feel nor express any anger nor rage because I just never do. I'm a "walk away" type of person. But Not, Not, Not when it comes to animals, children, family, friends and the defenseless. Alex was the very best friend I've ever had in the world both human and animal. Also so amazing a creature it would knock your socks off! We actually held "simple" conversations that had meaning. I won't go into it but yes, he knew what everything meant within his enormous vocabulary which I taught him and other stuff he picked up on his own from TV, other observations and people and my other fur and feather kids, music, photographs, all kinds of images on the PC, YouTube Videos and so on. Holy Cow.

First, I broke down. I was a basket case in the worse, worse, worse sense of the word! Gradually, I got ticked off. Heh. Can you say, "Police reports, charges made, guilty parties served with a lawsuit from my attorney" ... Ooo La La!

I also write poems for Alex, talk with him here, give him the videos he enjoyed watching so much as he sat on my right shoulder all day, giving him pictures and images that I remember he loved so much as well as choosing songs and images that I feel he will love bunches!

Best part is that the three parties have absolutely no idea of the other crimes I am going to charge them with and they think they are out of the woods. And I have a ton of evidence regarding each charge including their own voices on tapes during meetings that they gave with their blessings. Oy and Doh on them. Oh, this is so unlike me but for Alex ... ANYTHING!!! I'm certain you understand what I mean, my feelings and the "Why" that I did not "walk away" this time. In addition, I have many incriminating photographs and their own HOA (Home Owner's Association) legal documents which clearly prove them culpable of several crimes that will definitely put two of them behind bars. Heh.

There's more but the most important thing is that ... Alex is right here with me. He really, truly is. I carry his heart in my heart. Even though I can't see him, I know he's there.

Jan, it's called Faith and Hope!!!

I cry Justice! I will have it. In the meantime, I very well recall how terribly upset Alex would become whenever I was sad or sick. He would cry and tell me how sorry he was, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Over and over. He'd also do his best to cheer me up in ways you couldn't possibly conceive. LOL!!!

I owe Alex because there was not much short of horror before him and ... He Decorated My Life!!! I do Not want him to see me so devastated so I must be strong for him. I simply must. And I keep reassuring him here in many ways that "Mama" is all right so to be Happy, Sing, Dance, Talk up a storm, get down with his bad self and Party! Party! Party!

Errr, how'd I do so far explaining how I cope?

Big Hugs and Lotsa Love!!!

Always,
Dottie xoxoxox

PS. It helps me more than I can put into words when I do my best to comfort others here. Word!

PS. PS. I also occasionally scream bloody murder like I'm being tortured while I cry so loud and hard that it sounds like a wounded canine or primate. Well, that gives me some relief as well.

More Big Hugs!!!