Binkie didn’t have an easy life. The story that I have been told is that he was taken from the streets and brought to an animal shelter. He was then adopted but soon taken back as he didn’t get along with the other pets in that family. Later he was adopted again and he then lived with his new owners for some years before he ended up with me now almost 6 years ago.
Binkie and I needed some time to get used to each other. People who didn’t have the chance to witness this; Binkie could meow quite loud (also called screaming), especially when I got home he used to be very ‘angry’. He wasn’t really angry, he was mostly screaming for attention.
He could sometimes follow me around the house until it annoyed the hell out of me, but he also enjoyed sleeping sessions on the couch or windowsill for hours and hours. When I pulled him up he would press himself against me and rub his head against my neck while purring loudly. He didn’t only purr loudly, he could also snore like a grown-up man. There have been a lot of times I woke him up in the middle of the night because he was snoring so loud that he woke me up!
Binkie and I needed some time to get used to each other. People who didn’t have the chance to witness this; Binkie could meow quite loud (also called screaming), especially when I got home he used to be very ‘angry’. He wasn’t really angry, he was mostly screaming for attention.
He could sometimes follow me around the house until it annoyed the hell out of me, but he also enjoyed sleeping sessions on the couch or windowsill for hours and hours. When I pulled him up he would press himself against me and rub his head against my neck while purring loudly. He didn’t only purr loudly, he could also snore like a grown-up man. There have been a lot of times I woke him up in the middle of the night because he was snoring so loud that he woke me up!
Binkie and I were a team. Visitors were welcome, but he much rather had me all for himself. As far as I know we had a lot of good talks together, but not everyone will understand that.
When I had to leave Binkie home alone because of some sort of holiday or whatever there were always my dear ex-neighbours, sisters, parents, Elise or aunt Annie who didn’t only feed him but most of all gave him the attention that he always wanted more than food.
Binkie wasn’t the healthiest cat, he was on a special diet because of feline lower urinary tract disease and weighted over 7 kilo’s, which made him a big cat.
In the fall of 2007 he became ill, he ate less and less and in the end lost over 2 kilo’s of his weight. It turned out that Binkie had kidney-failure. The only remedy was giving him drips to try to clean his body of all the toxic that he couldn’t get rid of himself and it worked!
I gave him the drips at home and after a few months his blood levels were almost back to normal again. March 2008 I stopped with the drips, the only thing he got was medicine (that he liked eating, thank God) and a special diet. And it all went well…for a long time. His kidneys were damaged though so once it would go the wrong way again.
When I had to leave Binkie home alone because of some sort of holiday or whatever there were always my dear ex-neighbours, sisters, parents, Elise or aunt Annie who didn’t only feed him but most of all gave him the attention that he always wanted more than food.
Binkie wasn’t the healthiest cat, he was on a special diet because of feline lower urinary tract disease and weighted over 7 kilo’s, which made him a big cat.
In the fall of 2007 he became ill, he ate less and less and in the end lost over 2 kilo’s of his weight. It turned out that Binkie had kidney-failure. The only remedy was giving him drips to try to clean his body of all the toxic that he couldn’t get rid of himself and it worked!
I gave him the drips at home and after a few months his blood levels were almost back to normal again. March 2008 I stopped with the drips, the only thing he got was medicine (that he liked eating, thank God) and a special diet. And it all went well…for a long time. His kidneys were damaged though so once it would go the wrong way again.
Once arrived 3 weeks ago. The vet & me had good hopes that the drips would do the trick again, and it seems to be going in the right direction at first but in the end he slowly went downhill; he didn’t eat properly, was lying on the couch apathetically, wasn’t waiting screaming behind the door when I got home… He seemed to be doing a bit better all of a sudden last week, but in the end I had to face the fact that he had more & more bad moments every day.
On Friday night I had Binkie put to sleep. He will be cremated one of these days and his ashes will be scattered on a nice green field. Binkie was almost 13 years old.
Binkie was just a cat, but he was MY cat and the sweetest cat in the whole wide world.
On Friday night I had Binkie put to sleep. He will be cremated one of these days and his ashes will be scattered on a nice green field. Binkie was almost 13 years old.
Binkie was just a cat, but he was MY cat and the sweetest cat in the whole wide world.
*big hugs to you babe*
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good old Binkie.... he was lucky to have a mum as good as you! (and any pet is never 'just' an animal, anyone who has had the pleasure of having a cat or a dog in their family knows that) Isn't it ironic how we can give our pets such peaceful and dignified endings, but not for ourselves? I remember when we had to put our old dog, Molly to sleep, and I was patting her and it was so peaceful, she just drifted off. I was so sad, but also so relieved that she was no longer in pain. Big hugs to you, hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteOhhh, honey, this put tears in my eyes. I know all too well how horrible and empty it feels to have to say goodbye to a beloved pet (cat). Been there too, and I cried my eyes out for days. I hope you're doing alright concidering the circumstances.
ReplyDeleteRIP, Binkie.
XXX and warm hugz from Helsingør
I would like to substitute your cat!
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