I never thought I’d be writing another one of these posts so soon after the one about Penny two weeks ago, but sadly we have now also lost one of our precious “old girls” when the kidney disease that has been a constant threat to beloved “Tash” for many years finally took her from us yesterday exactly two weeks almost to the hour that we lost Penny. She had been going downhill for a while but recently had lost a lot of weight, and most of the use of her back legs, after a fall. A return trip to the vets confirmed that her kidneys had given up and so we had to make the decision to have her put to sleep.
We first got Tash (short for “moustache” for obvious reasons) after I saw an advert in the local paper for half Siamese kittens, My oldest son was still devastated by the loss of our little black and white girl “Pippin” a little while before and with my wife a lifelong fan of Siamese one of these seemed like the perfect new family member, so I rang up and we went down to see the two the lady had left, We picked the friendlier one of the too a Black and White “Felix” lookalike and we brought her home calling her “Poppy”, however the other little girl, was still in our minds and the next day I rang back to see if she was still there (not that I was really bothered, of course!), she said she was but someone was coming to look at her later, We immediately jumped in the car and rushed down to get her bringing her home. We placed the cat carrying case down expecting a bit of a “spat” between the sisters as they had been apart for a night, only for Poppy to walk over poke in her nose, as if to say “Oh it’s you” climb in and settle down to sleep with “Tash”. The pair have been inseparable ever since, often backing each other up when they were small, though they were not above falling out now and again.
Though it took a little while to bring “Tash” out of herself she grew into a lovely affectionate girl, with the typical demanding Siamese voice, something often to be heard in later years as she and “Amy” one of our later additions and also rather “noisy” would have full blown conversations (not always happy ones!). Another of her little foibles was to insist on drinking from the kitchen tap! Often sitting in the sink and shouting till you turned it on for her. She was a lovely little girl who liked nothing better than sitting on you especially if you were laying down, how such a small cat could be so heavy we’ll never know.
I know we will miss her immensely. Goodbye old girl, Dad.