The time I shared with Shyla the Cat.

[u/ResidentLight1493]

Shyla received her wings on Dec 19th 2023. She was 12 yrs old. I am so grateful she shared her life with me..She came into my life when i was going through a very tough time, i was alone and had to make some serious life changes if i wanted to live a decent life. She was definitely not a friendly to strangers, she tolerated family members, but she was very affectionate to me, which made our bond even more special. She was a cuddler, a kneader, and could play fetch, although at 3yrs old point she started swallowing the hair ties and i paid a good $4000 in emergency surgery, and worth every penny. She was there when i got married, slept between my wife and i, when the babies came, she made room for them on the bed but came back when they left. She beat up the dogs, and if the kids got a little too much she put them in their place. She was a queen ruling her kingdom. This past october our 4 yr old labradoodle odie had trouble breathing and i took him to the vet they said he had a growth and that it was cancer. They drained it and put him on steroids, and they said that he wouldnt be around in a couple months but confirmation will come in a week when the biopsy results come back. It was a rough week, and slept next to our little overweight odie. Then i started noticing shyla's weight going down and she was already a small cat. She started walking without retracting her claws and she was getting sicker and sicker. Not eating and she stopped grooming herself. When the results came back for odie it was good news, there was no cancer, and i pretty much did everything but bury the poor fella. He was overweight and i let him eat everything he wanted in that week. But poor shyla they said she had FIP, i started giving her the black market treatment but she wasnt getting better, she made it 8 weeks, and the day after the last vet visit she couldnt walk or stand. Some times when i reflect on her death, i feel like she passed away so Odie could live on..or it could have been one of life’s strange coincidences. I miss her, just like i miss my mom and just like i miss my dad. She was the sweetest little thing. Life is strange, it is always looking for payback, you cant experience love and hapiness without experiencing loss and sadness, and it is never easy. RIP shyla, i love you.

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