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WHISKERS-GLORIA ON THE LEFT, BUDDY ON THE RIGHT.
HE WAS STILL A SCRAWNY LITTLE DUDE-LETIN MEMORY OF BUTTERSCOTCH

IN MEMORY OF BUTTERSCOTCH

This page is in memory of Butterscotch. When I adopted him 12 years ago he was a bit of a fluff of yellow and white. Bunker-Pie, my old cat had died some months ago. In grief my daughter and I went to a shelter on Johnson Road in nearby Turnersville, NJ. What we did not know was that the shelter was not caring for the animals properly. Whiskers was adopted on a Wednesday, and near death of distemper by Friday. I let Sarah choose what we were to do since Whiskers was the cat she chose to replace Bunker. With a 20% chance of survival our family elected to shoulder MORE veterinarian expenses and pray that Whiskers pulled through. She did, but I felt that we should always have 2 cats so the grief would never be so awful...we lost Bunker and almost lost Whisker. Gave us a lot to think about.

The local pet store had no kittens available. The groomer, however, had taken in 3 kittens from an elderly couple who had fed them bread and water since they found them in a wood pile. The moment I saw Butterscotch, small enough to fit in my hand, I was sold. When SARAH saw him it was love at first sight. So begins the life of our little "Buddy".

Butterscotch grew to be a "domestic long hair" but had traits of a Turkish Van. Golden eyes, long thick tail, a love of water, and a propensity for planting himself on your lap whether or not a newspaper was in it. When he wanted a love you just had to accommodate him. We adopted Donovan, our standard Poodle 6+ years ago, and they became fast friends. (or partners in crime) Buddy had always remembered that he had starved as a kitten. He was FOREVER getting into the trash can, eating whatever he could find. We threw meat trash in a bag in the freezer so he wouldn't "trash our trash". When he did find something, however, Donovan was there to "help". Sometimes Buddy would sit on a piece of furniture waiting for the puffy dog tail to bounce by so he could bat at it. Donovan never seemed to mind, though. They would often sleep on the floor not too far from each other.

As Buddy grew, however, the vet would sometimes remind me that he had been improperly fed as a kitten. (we think the mother cat had died as the older couple never found her, just the 4 week old kittens) We'd laugh, and remark how big and ornery he was. The warning was, though, that there may be some part of his system that was compromised. On August 13th Buddy collapsed to the floor, appearing to convulse. I was alone but had seen CPR given to animals. Without thinking I did so. He was still alive so I rushed him to the vet, giving him puffs of air whenever the car stopped. I knew he was not going to make it, but we did our best. The Pitman Animal Hospital has always been good to me, and I know they did everything they could. He died of congestive heart failure, probably of a congenital nature.

I urge you to use the link below to learn how to administer CPR to your pets. I e mailed the doctor for additional information, and downloaded a file to read. Take the time...you never know when it may be needed. The vet said I kept his heart going until he got to the animal hospital.

Hug your little pets today, give them an extra love or two. Do it for me.

I wish you love

Peggy

THANK YOU, BUDLET, FOR BEING SUCH A GREAT COMPANION

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