It is with a heavy and broken heart that I inform you of Ali’s passing from this world today. I am in deep shock and grief over his death.
He was found this morning in agony on the floor of the kitten room. We rushed him to the vet at 7:30 and he was gone soon after. I have no answers about his death. All I know about is his life and all he overcame so that he could participate in life with us.
He was found as a tiny ringworm ridden black, polydactyl kitten with 2 possible siblings and fostered through the horrible ringworm bout by Gloria Toft. He was very scared of people and never “friendlied” up as a kitten. When he came to the Shack he became very ill and was syringe fed and bathed as he was too sick to keep himself clean even. He overcame that and then started working on trusting people.
That took some time and we had really stopped thinking of him as an adoptable guy and more like a Shack mascot. He gamboled around the edges of everything, observing with his big gold eyes but not necessarily participating. He loved to run out the door of the room at feeding time with his buddies, the 7 kittens of Greta. But then when the last one of them was adopted, I watched him run out the door a couple of more times and then stop because it wasn’t fun to do alone. Who knows what they think when they watch their friends disappear one by one?
In the last few months he had become able to position himself to be petted as his idea instead of being pursued and you could tell by the glow n his eyes, how proud he was of his bravery. He would do little things to catch your eye but not necessarily for hands on interaction. Just to let you know that he was there enjoying the action. I’m sure we all have Ali stories and memories of some kind.
So now I will say an unwilling goodbye to you, Ali, as you take your leave of us. We were lucky to have had you as our friend and thank you for helping us learn what Rescue really means. You are one of a kind and our hearts will never forget you.
Be free from fear and confinement. Fly.
He was found this morning in agony on the floor of the kitten room. We rushed him to the vet at 7:30 and he was gone soon after. I have no answers about his death. All I know about is his life and all he overcame so that he could participate in life with us.
He was found as a tiny ringworm ridden black, polydactyl kitten with 2 possible siblings and fostered through the horrible ringworm bout by Gloria Toft. He was very scared of people and never “friendlied” up as a kitten. When he came to the Shack he became very ill and was syringe fed and bathed as he was too sick to keep himself clean even. He overcame that and then started working on trusting people.
That took some time and we had really stopped thinking of him as an adoptable guy and more like a Shack mascot. He gamboled around the edges of everything, observing with his big gold eyes but not necessarily participating. He loved to run out the door of the room at feeding time with his buddies, the 7 kittens of Greta. But then when the last one of them was adopted, I watched him run out the door a couple of more times and then stop because it wasn’t fun to do alone. Who knows what they think when they watch their friends disappear one by one?
In the last few months he had become able to position himself to be petted as his idea instead of being pursued and you could tell by the glow n his eyes, how proud he was of his bravery. He would do little things to catch your eye but not necessarily for hands on interaction. Just to let you know that he was there enjoying the action. I’m sure we all have Ali stories and memories of some kind.
So now I will say an unwilling goodbye to you, Ali, as you take your leave of us. We were lucky to have had you as our friend and thank you for helping us learn what Rescue really means. You are one of a kind and our hearts will never forget you.
Be free from fear and confinement. Fly.
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