This is Ivy's second Gotchaversary! On May 10, 2006, we brought her home from the vet. She'd been there about a week after LadyRanger had found her shivering in the roses in the early May sunshine. I first saw her in, yes, the ivy patch looking starved and miserable:
She wasn't much more than a rag and a bone, infested with fleas and with open, running sores. We gave her food and water to last the night and, in the morning, took her to our vet, Dr G. The initial outlook wasn't good. Dr G has said many many times that she privately thought Ivy'd last two or three days, at most.
Turns out that Ivy has no back-down in her at all, though, and she has thrived over the apst two years. She's gone from under 7 pounds to a sleek and happy 10, and has forged a place in our home and our hearts (despite objections from Maddie). The first few months were spent getting her back in good condition, going from this:
to this:
to a very comfortable this:
She's been with us for two Christmases now, and has, with Maddie, been the best of all presents.
She always enjoys her food, whether it's strawberries
or Ice Cream!
Though aged, she still possesses vigor and an enjoyment of the simple pleasures of life, like sun
and boxes!
Ivy is the soul of sweetness and patience. We feel grateful that she's even put up with us through vet visits, car trips (much barfing) and the presence of the original Cat-zilla. She has kept her sweet temper despite hyperthyroid and hypertension. She takes her meds like a champ, though having them mashed into treats doesn't seem to hurt the process. We're delighted she found us. Sometimes she's snores and we just break out into fool-grins. Sometimes Ivy looks at us and we imagine she's saying...
Thank You. I think I"ll stay.
We hope you do, Ivy. For many more years.
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