This is my Melon (yea I know weird name. My daughter started calling her that when she was a kitten and it stuck). Little background story about Melon and how she found us. My daughter and I were at a house (that I was working at for a house auction). After the auction was over we went in the backyard and she heard a kitten crying. Well all of a sudden this tiny little black kitten came running out from underneath a shed in the backyard. She was so small she could fit in the palm of my hand. Her eyes had just opened. There were no other cats around. She had been abandoned by her cat momma. There was no way I was going to leave her there. So my daughter and I headed to Walmart to get her some kitten milk and a kitten baby bottle. She was so hungry she drank a whole bottle when we got home. She had to sleep in a cloths basket and that was huge for her. A wash cloth was a blanket. Since I worked at home I was able to care for her like she was my own baby. And just like human babies kittens have to eat every 2 to 3 hours also until they are ready to be whined. I whined her around 6 weeks old. And since female cats have to teach their kittens everything I had to teach my Melon too. I had to teach her to go poop (they don't automatically know how to do that. I taught her how to eat kitten food. To her I am her momma. She used to lay on my chest and suck on my shirt like she was nursing. It was so sweet. Fast forward to today and she is now 12 years old. Just recently (last week) I noticed she was bleeding so I looked her over and found some sort of growth on her tummy. Looks to be some sort of cyst or tumor. She needs to go to the vet but just like her fur-brother Waldo I can't afford her surgery and I know she will have to have a biopsy and surgery most likely. I am keeping the area clean but I know I have to get her to a vet as soon as possible. I am just completely heartbroken. I am scared to death it is cancer. Two of my babies sick at the same time. When it rains it pours. This has been the worst year ever. I need a miracle or to win the lottery. My odds of a miracle are better than winning the lottery. Whoever reads my stories please pray for my babies to get some help. They desperately need it.
The End,
Melon's Momma
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Marla Sinclair
I am a human momma and cat momma. I love my children, granddaughter & furr babies very much. I work hard just to keep my head barely out of water. Sometimes life knocks me down but I always get back up.
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My Fur-baby Waldo
This is my Waldo. My sweet Maine Coon Cat. I have had Waldo and his brother George since they were kittens. The were adopted by my son & daughter in law from a shelter but they could not care for them because they were in the military. And ultimately they came to live with me when they were less than a year old. They are now 9 years old. I love them as much as my own children. They have other fur-sisters and brothers. 4 other cat siblings and 1 dog sibling. All indoor. All my pets are pampered especially Waldo & George and my Melon (there will be a story about her also). They are maine coons and are the sweetest boys. They love to cuddle and loves everyone they meet. They get along with all the other animals including the dog. They are the best cats I have ever had. My heart is broken because my Waldo is in pain. He had some bad teeth. :*( And his mommy can't afford his dental procedures. All my animals are special but Waldo is very special to me. He has always been drawn to me more than anyone. And me to him. He sleeps with me. Lays with me while I work (I work at home). He is just my baby. And I can't bare to him hurting. This is killing me and I just need help. I don't want him to be in pain. Now he doesn't want to eat and it is breaking my heart. Waldo has been pretty healthy except for about 6 years ago he had bladder stones which were dissolvable by science diet. That was scary because we weren't sure if the special food would work but it did. And all was fine until recently when I noticed he would cry out when he ate dry food. I took him to his vet and she examined him and said his gums were inflamed & said he needed extractions. This is very unexpected & I just don't have the money. It is very costly to get his teeth taken out. I have had a bad year due to covid 19. I am very worried about my Waldo. He just has not been his mischievous playful self since his teeth started hurting him. It would be the world to me to get him the care he desperately needs. I have tried crowdfunding for pets. No luck. No one donated. My daughter set up a facebook fundraiser and only 2 people donated. I appreciate those people who donated but it was not enough. Right now I need a miracle.
By Marla Sinclair5 years ago in Petlife
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
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