Our gorgeous Phoebe
I think that this week has been the most stressful and unhappy week Paul and I have experienced in France. Our little girl was not eating a great deal but drinking more and more cat milk or water. So we took her for a check up to the local vet’s, who tested her blood for everything. To our shock it was found that Phoebe had kidney failure and that she would have to stay at the animal hospital for treatment. However, by Monday the vet told us that Phoebe had only a few days to live and that if we took her home she would suffer. I would have given anything to save her. After talking to our son we finally had to admit that there was nothing that could be done and Phoebe was put to sleep while we gave her an Indian head massage, her favourite, she purred and went to sleep.
She loved to sit and wait for the supermarket next door to open. People would come to the window to talk to her.
Interested in the Sunday market and the Monday clean up of Le Place de la Liberté
If Phoebe saw you with a camera she would stop playing and pose for you – always the diva.
Look I have string, you can bite it, chase it, hide it and I look so good.
She loved the sun so much, here she is fast asleep but she also loved to roll on her back with her paws in the air.
We miss her so much, the one in a million cat, Phoebe.