26/02/2025
❤️ Remembering Sydney ❤️
(You know a grayscale pic of a cat is not going to be good news.)
I had to have Sydney from the crowded house euthanized last week. Short version is that she suddenly looked and acted very ill. I knew it was significant when, not only did she not bolt when I approached her, she let me touch her for the first time.
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Took her to my vet for some tests to determine whether or not it was contagious (it wasn't, thankfully!) It looked like kidney failure, which was a shock because she was maybe only 2 years old. I brought her home and set her up inside while I figured out what to do. After much agonizing, I was able to get her in to for euthanasia within a couple of days.
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Sydney had been with me since early last May. She was one of the first two crowded house cats to join the Magnusons in the colony shed, and she never, ever wavered in her complete mistrust of me. Some of the crowded house cats in the shed will now sniff my finger, but not that girl! Every time she looked at me, she had the exact same expression on her face! (2, 3) Unrepentantly feral, much like the fictional heroine* she was named after.
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This was one of those moments where the harsh reality of TNR and rescue hit me. As beautiful as she was, she wasn't a pet, she wasn't "handleable", I would not be able to feed her special food or medicate her, and at best, she was looking at life as a working cat. I knew it intellectually, but it's different to face it emotionally.
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All told, it cost me around $750 for the vet visit and the euthanasia, plus a trip to urgent care for me, compete with two injections in the butt along with 10 days of oral antibiotics (she bit me as I tried to get her into the carrier.) No regrets! I couldn't save her, but I did care for her the best I could. She lived here warm and fed, with her friends.
*'s kick-ass Sydney Rye series. 👍🏻💯🔥