It s now finally official. Nigel fully retired last week and I was contacted today about the next round of invigilation and we discussed it and - I am now fully fully retired.
Yey - it's a great feeling.
We have been busy preparing for the Boyz birthday tomorrow - all will be revealed tomorrow. But suffice to say we have both made things and mine are small and Nigel's are anything BUT. It will be worth the wait for the laughs alone. Poor Boyz won't know what has hit them.
I do, however, want to write this today as I want to focus on the positives tomorrow when the boyz turn 1. A year ago tomorrow, as the boys were being born, we lost our first ever boy, our beloved Fiki. He had been poorly for a few weeks and had several vert visits and the vet was trying different things to help his breathing. He was still happy, still playing, albeit briefly, but breathing was becoming a struggle. We had been away for a lovely day out with Carly and Paul and returned home about 6 to find him very unwell. we watched him for half an hour or so and decided we needed to go to the emergency vets. He was really struggling with breathing and was very tired. On the way there we discussed what our options might be and we both decided that at 17 we did not want to put him through any invasive treatments to prolong his life for what we knew would be a short time.
The emergency vet was lovely and took him off to examine him. She came back about 15 minutes later and told us he was very sick. It was, in all likelihood, a soft tissue tumour but his lungs were full of fluid. She told us they could put him under and aspirate the fluid but the likleihood was, if he made it through the procedure, they would fill up within a couple of weeks. She was relieved when we told her that was not the end we wanted for our beloved boy. They were wonderful. Under Covid rules, we couldn't go in to a vets unless it was to say goodbye. They put a cannula in and then called us in. He was on his bedding, canula ready and she said she would leave the room so we could remove our masks and say a proper goodbye, which we did. Masks back on we were able to hold him as he quietly passed and we brought our beloved boy home for the last time. We were in shock. It was so sudden and whilst no time would ever have been enough this was so harsh. I think we both wept all night, and it also marked the end for Kira who, over the coming weeks, simply gave up without her brother.
Fiki was once called the most famous cat in the scrapbooking world. Everyone in my little world of scrapping knew him. He was a larger than life character; naughty, daring, irrepresible and so so handsome. He was the only boy we had ever had and was so very loving. So many people sent things when we lost him, from gorgeous tree ornaments from our good friend Mike in Florida, beautifully engraved cats from Ann, flowers and so many many messages. He had touched many people and we will never ever forget our beautiful naughty Bengal boy. The boyz have helped to heal our hearts a little but they were never intended nor could they ever be replacements. And Indy grows more and more like Fiki every day. We say he has the face of an angel. He really does - a Fiki angel.
Today I am thankful that we were blessed to have Fiki share our lives and we will never ever forget him.
I leave you with our Fiki
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