White Feather Mobile Veterinarian

10/31/2025

Nicola has written a most heart opening and heart touching story about the loss of a beloved horse . May her beautiful words mend our souls 🩷.

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About a man and his beloved horse.

10/15/2025

Mandu: Part 2 - His elder years

As Mandu aged ( which was a surprise to me ) his back legs weren’t as strong. He tended to be indoors more often. In his last year, he rarely went outside. He became softer. He wouldn’t bat ( as much ) at the dogs as they passed by him. He wouldn’t bat at me as I passed him. He tolerated Louise - my other cat. He was still very generous with his bedroom snuggles. I would place the blanket up to my neck so I was protected by his aggressive loving with his kneading claws. He began a new behaviour of salivating when he was really into the pets. His purr was a ginormous wave of vibration explosions . I would marvel at the beauty of a cat staring at the intricate patterns that a Tabby displayed. What a wondrous design creator gave to these creatures! He had a “W” on his forehead. I would look at all the tightly packed hairs that made up the feline coat. So soft and clean with all of the meticulous grooming with the sandpaper feline long bristled tongues. And in his attempt to make our cuddle sessions even more intense , he started to lick and nibble gently at my fingers in the last few months as if he couldn’t help himself to love even more deeply.

Being a cat, he didn’t like medications . So I treated his arthritis and hind end weakness with homeopathy in his water and dehydrated green lipped mussel crumbled over his food. I could also sneak cartrophen injections into the regime if I was quick enough. Mandu taught me that to medicate a cat, you had to think of something else. If I had a dewormer in my hand and walked toward him, he would be gone before I got there. So I changed my game . I would get the dewormer and think to myself “ I am going to boil some water for some tea”. Then I would walk towards the kitchen paying him no attention thinking only of tea. I would walk past him, stop quickly, and plop it into his mouth. It was so effective and I thank him for the ninja training.

A few days before I left for Haida Gwaii he became ill with vomiting and anorexia. I gave him SQ fluids ( fluids under the skin) and homeopathy in his water. He began to feel better but I took blood just to see if he had any issues. The bloodwork was normal . But his kidneys were stage 2/4 as far as function. He began to eat and drink and I asked him to please wait until I was home from my trip if he was going to have any more symptoms. My brother Josh and his girlfriend Lianne moved into my home 2 weeks prior to my mini adventure and were my loving creature carers. Mandu did fine while I was gone and my brother Josh fell deeper in love with him. He was so happy that Mandu was no longer hiding from him as he did in his younger years. Josh poured so much love into Mandu throughout the days. We were going to build him some pet -steps this weekend to assist him to getting onto my bed at night for our nightly intense cuddle time.

Mandu chose to sleep on his cat bed 2 nights ago instead of sleeping in my room. He was so peaceful that I didn’t want to move him . He would usually get up and follow me in if he wanted to. He didn’t come every night so it wasn’t a surprise. Last night I couldn’t find him before bed. I looked around the house. He didn’t go outside last night so I knew he was somewhere. He had a good day yesterday on the deck in the sun. I was happy that he had a lot of outdoor time. I watched him through the window just sitting in the sunlight as if he was meditating. But I knew he had come in as I offered him his nightly canned food. That was the last memory I had of him. Placing the dish in front of him. At some point , Koan came over to finish the plate. Where had he gone ? I am not sure. So I went to bed knowing he was safe somewhere in the house. In the morning I looked for him again. I found him in the litter box dead. Had he died while we were all in the room with him ? No one heard him. We all went to bed and he was not in his usual areas. He was not acting sick. He was eating and drinking and enjoying life in the sun. Josh had a good snuggle session with him after he came home from work. Whatever happened with Mandu, I believe it was quick. There was no signs of struggle. He was just laying on his side.

Today is a day of mourning. Today I cherish the memories of a cat that I love. Kathmandu. A being with a generous and sensitive heart. A being of enormous skill, strength, and wisdom. A being who died in his own way without the need of intervention from me. His silent death as a testament of his character. He had his time in the sun, ate his supper, and slipped away. Long live the King Mandu .

Thank you for reading my 2 part series about Mandu. I started the year with 4 dogs and 2 cats, and now have 1 dog and 1 cat. There has been a lot of loss and change in my life. I am grateful for the service I provide and the families I have served. All of the beautiful animals are snuggled together in my heart.

With love and gratitude,

Ange

10/15/2025

Mandu : Part 1 : Younger Years

Born : August 10/2009 Death: October 15th/2025

My Ex husband was a punster and loved playing with words. We had an ornery warrior ninja cat lazily named Kitz at the time . He excitedly said that if we got another cat we should name him Mandu. I didn’t get the reasoning until he said “ You know— Kathmandu”.

A week later a meowing 8 week old male brown tabby kitten was placed on my shoulder by a wonderful woman I worked with saying “ the SPCA can’t take him so if you don’t bring him home with you he’ll have to be euthanized”. She then plopped a bag of kitten food beside me and congratulated me on my new friend.

Our ninja cat Kitz was thankfully geriatric at this point. She didn’t like other cats. Not only did she not like them, but she would viciously attack them or the person that was holding on to them. She had made two previous room-mates bleed from her attacks as they were holding on to another cat- one of which was her own flesh and blood daughter. She made it quite clear that she would be the only cat.

All of this raced through my mind as I trepidatiously walked through the door of my home that night with a tiny meowing kitten on my shoulder. Because of the possibility of his imminent death, we kept him secluded in his own room . Thankfully, gradually , he was able to roam the home without fear of Kitz’s wrath.

Mandu was a skittish boy. He loved the outdoors and would much prefer the hiding spots of nature over the uncertainty of loud sounds and movement in the home. He was a shy boy who needed space and freedom. He loved to hunt though he wouldn’t bring the mice home to share. I was always thankful for that - though a little hurt. Because he didn’t share his game, I didn’t know he was a hunter until I saw him and Chloe in the backyard. Chloe was our sweet golden retriever. I saw Mandu drop an object in front of Chloe. Chloe sniffed below her to gain more info from this mysterious object as I keenly watched. Then all of a sudden a puff of fur jumped at her face revealing himself to be a mouse. Chloe was quite troubled and confused about this small object and put her paw over it and slowly sniffed again. As her paw lifted, the fluff jumped into the air to attack once more. Her paw was replaced over the creature. Mandu was beside her watching and rolling around on the grass. The mouse escaped across the lawn, up the fence , and into the neighbours backyard. Mandu was on the chase quickly after it. He caught him, jumped back over the fence and dropped the poor mouse in front of Chloe to try again. I marvelled to watch the unfoldment of “ cat teaches dog to hunt “ episode 1.

Chloe and Mandu had a special relationship. Once we moved onto the acreage , Mandu would come for walks with us into the forest. He would run behind us, rip up a tree, and rip down to show us all the unique abilities that cats have. I was amazed at the show of skills. Mandu seemed to love showing us what made him uniquely different from dogs. He would meow the whole time . Chloe would now spend most of her time hunting mice in the wood piles left behind from the land clearing. Mandu had taught her a special skill which fulfilled her.

I brought home Beans from the SPCA and the dog-cat walks ended which was sad as they had just begun. Beans was fearful of Mandu and was suspicious of his special powers. He would lurk around corners and swat at her walking past. They had a combative relationship . After Chloe died, Mandu became more solitary- preferring nature over home life. He would come to eat and snuggle , but then return to the outdoors.

Mandu only liked or trusted a few people. If people came to visit, he would disappear and live outside for the duration of their stay- even if it was cold. If I caught him and placed him inside, he would live in the basement ceiling well hidden from what he saw as a danger. When House-sitters came to tend to the home, they would only know of his presence through short glimpses and missing food.

Once the coast was clear, he was affectionate and loved my lap. His purr was so very loud and included his voice. He would sigh with his purr. He would talk with his purr. He laid his love down thickly and with emphasis through his purr. That - and with his kneading front paws. He never recognized that the claws hurt. He would get so into the magic of the lap and purr mightily as he dug his claws into my knee over and over. My knees were covered in small punctures and scratches .

I will talk more in Part 2 …………..

10/02/2025

Thank you for your powerful support of animals . For you dedication and love for the earth and its inhabitants . You will be remembered 🩷.

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“Lost in awe at the beauty around me, I must have slipped into a state of heightened awareness. It is hard – impossible really – to put into words the moment of truth that suddenly came upon me then. Even the mystics are unable to describe their brief flashes of spiritual ecstasy. It seemed to me, as I struggled afterward to recall the experience, the self was utterly absent: I and the chimpanzees, the earth and trees and air, seemed to merge, to become one with the spirit power of life itself. The air was filled with a feathered symphony, the evensong of birds. I heard new frequencies in their music and also in singing insects’ voices – notes so high and sweet I was amazed. Never had I been so intensely aware of the shape, the color of the individual leaves, the varied patterns of the veins that made each one unique. Scents were clear as well, easily identifiable: fermenting, overripe fruit; waterlogged earth; cold, wet bark; the damp odor of chimpanzee hair, and yes, my own too. And the aromatic scent of young, crushed leaves was almost overpowering.

That afternoon, it had been as though an unseen hand had drawn back a curtain and, for the briefest moment, I had seen through such a window. In a flash of “outsight” I had known timelessness and quiet ecstasy, sensed a truth of which mainstream science is merely a small fraction. And I knew that the revelation would be with me for the rest of my life, imperfectly remembered yet always within. A source of strength on which I could draw when life seemed harsh or cruel or desperate.”

~ Jane Goodall, RIP

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09/15/2025

Hello lovely beings 🩷.
I’m letting you know I will be in Haida Gwaii from September 21st to 29th .

09/02/2025

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