My cattery cat Valentino had to be put to sleep this morning.
Vali came to the cattery where I work six years ago. He had been found wandering the streets in an awful condition, he was matted and had a very bad stomach. After being neutered and cleaned up his owners were found and he was returned to them, only for him to go missing again weeks later. It turned that he was a Chinchilla Persian, shipped over form the US, used as a stud cat and basically worked to the ground. Once he was neutered they had no use for him anymore. He was readmitted to the cattery and was nursed back to health. When I met him four years ago he was a shadow of the cat I will always remember - he had recently been shaved, had a bad case of ringworm and had diarheoa everyday - he still had a long way to go. The staff before me and my current colleagues hadn't given him much attention as he was awkward and didn't like being groomed or touched (funnily enough he has always been great at taking tablets) and although he always had a sensitive stomach he came round leaps and bounds and my manager made the decision to keep him as a resident cat as it had turned out to be impossible to home him (he was homed once but due to the diarrheoa and his temper he was soon returned).
Vali always joined us on our breaks, he loved sitting on laps and sharing our food and he saw of any strange cat that came into his territory. That said he got on extremely well with the other resident cats we have had through the years, the latest being Blackie who is now around 18 yrs, blind and diabetic. On cold days they would curl up together.
Yesterday morning he was his normal self but had quickly become ill by the afternoon. He was a cat that would only let you stroke his head - touching anywhere else was strictly forbidden and would result in a swipe - but he let us touch him all over. also Blackie was hanging around him and had gotten in bed with him which is rare this time of year. As our vet was having a rare day off yesterday we made the decision to take him this morning, half expecting him not to make the night but he did and three of us took him to be put to sleep. We all kept it together until the needle went in then even our vet was crying.
He was our cattery's mascot and was joking called Cattery Manager (as you can see on our website: http://www.rspca-enfieldanddistrict.org.uk/He will be sadly missed by everyone that works with us, many visitors and Blackie.
Vali came to the cattery where I work six years ago. He had been found wandering the streets in an awful condition, he was matted and had a very bad stomach. After being neutered and cleaned up his owners were found and he was returned to them, only for him to go missing again weeks later. It turned that he was a Chinchilla Persian, shipped over form the US, used as a stud cat and basically worked to the ground. Once he was neutered they had no use for him anymore. He was readmitted to the cattery and was nursed back to health. When I met him four years ago he was a shadow of the cat I will always remember - he had recently been shaved, had a bad case of ringworm and had diarheoa everyday - he still had a long way to go. The staff before me and my current colleagues hadn't given him much attention as he was awkward and didn't like being groomed or touched (funnily enough he has always been great at taking tablets) and although he always had a sensitive stomach he came round leaps and bounds and my manager made the decision to keep him as a resident cat as it had turned out to be impossible to home him (he was homed once but due to the diarrheoa and his temper he was soon returned).
Vali always joined us on our breaks, he loved sitting on laps and sharing our food and he saw of any strange cat that came into his territory. That said he got on extremely well with the other resident cats we have had through the years, the latest being Blackie who is now around 18 yrs, blind and diabetic. On cold days they would curl up together.
Yesterday morning he was his normal self but had quickly become ill by the afternoon. He was a cat that would only let you stroke his head - touching anywhere else was strictly forbidden and would result in a swipe - but he let us touch him all over. also Blackie was hanging around him and had gotten in bed with him which is rare this time of year. As our vet was having a rare day off yesterday we made the decision to take him this morning, half expecting him not to make the night but he did and three of us took him to be put to sleep. We all kept it together until the needle went in then even our vet was crying.
He was our cattery's mascot and was joking called Cattery Manager (as you can see on our website: http://www.rspca-enfieldanddistrict.org.uk/He will be sadly missed by everyone that works with us, many visitors and Blackie.
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