Candy

My name is Candy. I was born in London. My natural mother lived next door to Joyce, she was my adopted mother’s sister. ( Joyce came to the Bridge last year ).
Mum misses her an awful lot.

I was a very small and dainty cat as mum used to say. I used to love lying on her lap and sucking the inside of her elbow, sometimes she would try to stop me as I would dig my claws in as if I were having milk from my natural mother. Mum was visiting her sister Joyce when I was born and when I was old enough to leave my home I was chosen to go to live with my adopted mum Jo in Bristol. It was lovely there as mum had a very large garden and there was a pond ( with fish )and I loved watching them, never caught one yet though. There were other cats and 2 German shepherds as well. They were all very nice to me. I couldn’t seem to keep my food down, I used to gulp it down and then bring most of it back up, mum said I ate too quickly. This carried on so mum took me to the vet and he gave her some tablets, jabbed me in my neck with what he called antibiotics. That worked for a while but then it all started again, throwing up after I had eaten. I never seemed to put on weight but the vet said I was healthy and not to worry. After being on these tablets for so long mum took me to another vet and he said the same thing, eating too quickly and I was healthy, feed me little and often. Mum did this and that worked for a while too, then back to square 1. This went on for a few more months. In the end mum took me to see yet another vet, off we went and this man thought the same, eating too quickly. Well, by the time I was 18 months old I was really skinny. Mum found a vet that said I had a problem with my tummy, a blockage somewhere, they took x-rays of my tummy and then gave mum the bad news. I would have to have an operation as part of my intestine was twisted and could not deal with the food that was going down. That’s why I kept bringing it all up. It was all arranged for me to have my operation but the day before I felt so unwell and I actually wet myself where I was laying, mum rushed me to the vet and I passed out just as we got there. The vet said I was too weak to cope with the weight loss. Without the operation I would die, with the operation I would not survive the anaesthetic so I came to the Bridge that day.
I am happy now, I have a beautiful coat and I am not skinny any more.
I was born on March 14th 1987 ( that was my mum’s sister Joyce’s birthday )
I passed to the Bridge on 3rd Sept 1989.

Jo Somerset - Bristol, United Kingdom