It was a rainy Friday night and I just wanted to go home after a long day of work, but my boss decided that he needed one more listing up for the weekend and so I trekked over to the warehouse to grab pictures. As I climbed around the broken equipment I heard a very soft mewing coming from a corner. That's how I found Giuseppe, he was wet and so very small, he was only 2 weeks old and had not a friend in the world. I brought him home and to our vet in the am and she told me everything I should do, but cautioned that he most likely would not make it without his Mom.But he was a fighter and he quickly became a part of our family. He was supposed to be a part of our friends family, as Chris did not want another cat.... but Seppe had other plans. He would attack anyone who came into our house, darting out from under furinture in a flash and locking his claws around your ankle and sinking his teeth into your flesh. It was pretty funny, but then people stopped coming to visit us.
Giuseppe was pretty much an asshole to everyone else but us. For four years we lived by his rules. He would go out to prowl at night and then come home when the sun peeped over the horizon to have breakfast with Sierra and then sleep the day away on his giant cat bed we kept for guests. When Emily came to live with us for 3 months he tried to slit her throat every morning.... if only he had claws!
On Friday he went out late, snuck out as I let Soleil out back, I tried not to let him out late at night. Saturday am came and went with no sign of him, I did worry for a second, but sometimes he did not come home for a day or two.... we figured he had a pretty cushy sleeping spot under a really nice tree someplace close by. But as I was feeding Sierra dinner I started to worry.... and before I could even form a thought he came crawling up and collapsed in the bushes. There was so much blood in his fur, we could not tell if he had been hit by a car or attacked. Chris grabbed the cat carrier and I was racing down to our ER once again.
Once he was cleaned off and shaved down we could see he was attacked by something. He had so many bite wounds and he had fractured his front paw trying to get away. Seeing him so beat up made me cry, but we thought he would have a chance. Over the next few days things went from bad to worse. His wounds had maggots and were so extensive that even the four sets of drains, antibiotics, and pain meds were not helping. His skin began to die, he would not eat, not even for me, and every time they needed to do anything to him they had to sedate him. He would not let anyone near him.
I went there last night once again to try and get him to eat, and he refused, he let me hold him and comfort him, but looking into his eyes I knew he had given up. This road was to long and to hard and he just would not be able to pull through. His stomach was so so bad, I just will never forget it. I called Chris and told him I thought it was best to let him go. One of the amazing Doctors came in to talk with me, he wanted me to know he truly believed I was making the right decision. Giuseppe would have to have surgery to make sure they could get all of the maggots, and his wound would be so big it would require daily changes to the bandages and he would not be allowed to move or run around.
Being a ferrel kitty Giuseppe would just not be happy like this, he would never want to be like this.
Once again, I held my baby and told him how much we loved him, how Kiara & Skyler were waiting for him and that I am so thankful for finding him in that warehouse that rainy June evening. He passed quietly and I was left holding him crying and crying and crying. Just so tired of crying.
Miss you Giuseppe... you were Kellen's first word, he loved you and you were wonderful with him. You were wonderful with us.
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