Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Texas, United States
Posted Nov 15, 2012
I have owned cats all of my life, but the most memorable is my little yellow tabby, Kirby. I adopted him at a time in my life when I was struggling. I had just broken up with my live-in boyfriend and was having trouble going home at night to a lonely house. I stopped by a local PetsMart one day and it just happened to be a pet adoption day. I was quickly drawn to a little yellow kitten with spunky energy. He was climbing his cage and attacking the legs of a little Jack Russell dog in the cage above. I loved his personality and immediately adopted him. That very night I was able to return home to my house that did not seem so lonely anymore.
Kirby was definitely one of the most interesting cats I ever owned. He was also the most expensive pet I ever had to maintain. Over the years, I spent a lot of money taking him back and forth to the vet. He was on the smaller side but was prone to fighting with other cats, especially the other ones in my home. Due to this fighting, he was prone to getting abscesses. I spent many sleepless nights with him after he would have a particular bad fight. I would stay up all night with him until I could take him to the vet first thing in the morning to have his abscess drained.
I decided that for the sake of his health that he could no longer be an outside cat. The last time he had an abscess, it was ripped open and he almost bled to death. The vet had to insert drainage tubes into the hole that was left by the other cat. Kirby was very upset with me for making him stay at the house and he took to attacking me at any given moment. He became so hostile, that if I just looked at him wrong, he would attack me. He even took to beating up the dogs, the other cats and even my mother. It got so bad that I consulted my vet about his behavior. We tried some hormone therapy, but nothing helped.
Eventually, we took in another dog and decided that Kirby needed to be outside where he belonged. After letting him back outside he immediately became more lovable. Again, his health deteriorated, but this time it was not due to the fights. He had contracted some sort of liver disease and other ailments. We again made him an inside cat, but this time he accepted his fate and he took to lying around the house and snuggling with us. The vet gave him a couple months to live and we struggled with the decision to have him put to sleep. My husband had become very attached to him, and he didn't seem to be in pain, so we decided to wait it out. A couple months later, our son was born. He and Kirby bonded and he was very close to that cat.
Kirby's health completely went downhill and he was very sickly, but he became a very loving and sweet cat. He and my husband became very close during this time. Sadly, Kirby passed away at the age of 12, but he survived two and a half years longer than what the vet had thought. We now have three dogs and do not have any cats. We miss Kirby every day. I would love to have another cat, but my husband has not stopped grieving for our little spunky cat. One day we will get another one, but there will never be another one like him.