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Greetings! That good looking fellow to your left is Gabriel Skynrd the Jedi Ninja, affectionately known as "Gabe." I was browsing Petfinder.com one afternoon, and saw those incredible golden eyes staring back at me. I knew instantly that we were meant to be together.
I contacted the shelter, who gave my information to his "Foster Mom." She got ahold of me, and we exchanged several really nice e-mails. He had already been "adopted" by someone else, but they hadn't picked him up yet. She asked me to keep my fingers crossed, because sometimes adoptions fall thorough.
Finally, a few days later, we got the call: He was OURS! So, we packed up and made the 3 1/2 hour drive to Moses Lake, where his foster mom lives. The moment I laid eyes on him I broke down in tears. It was instant love.
They had been calling him "Spike" at the foster home, because his former owners had named him "Piggy" and that's just not very nice. While Spike is a lovely name, my son already has a cat with that name, so we had to find something appropriate for this little love bug. I had a "naming contest" among my Facebook friends, and the best (and funniest) suggestions were "Skynrd" and "Yoda." However, I had gotten to know him, and he truly is an angel. But not a harps and flowers and fluffy clouds kind of angel. He's a rough, tough, take no prisoners kind of angel. "Gabriel." The perfect name.
That was almost a year ago. Gabe has become my best friend. He sleeps with me, sits on my desk while I work, curls up on his heating pad while I knit or do bead work. He rides with me on errands and visiting friends. He is my constant companion, and I love him with all my heart.
He is also a cancer survivor. We suspect that his previous owners knew of the cancer, and that's why they gave him to the shelter, rather than paying for surgery that had a doubtful outcome.
He had several mammary gland tumors. Our wonderful vet explained that if she could get them all, and they were small and hadn't spread to the lymph nodes, we would probably have a good year or two with him before the cancer returned. Feline mammary cancer is very aggressive, and nearly always fatal.
My poor little angel was cut from armpits to groin, removing all of one mammary chain, and part of the other. He was so small and vulnerable. I don't think I've ever cried as much as I did during those few weeks during his recovery.
However, two weeks after his surgery, we received a call from our vet. She was crying, and could barely speak. The words were music to my ears: "It....was...benign."
So, my Angel Gabriel had fought cancer and miraculously beaten it.
He's a wonderful, special little fellow. Spoiled rotten. Catered to like a prince. Loved so much I sometimes feel a bit ridiculous. But he's my boy. My Naked Ninja, the Purrminator, Baby Gabey, and several other nicknames.
Nice to meet you all!
Sue
I contacted the shelter, who gave my information to his "Foster Mom." She got ahold of me, and we exchanged several really nice e-mails. He had already been "adopted" by someone else, but they hadn't picked him up yet. She asked me to keep my fingers crossed, because sometimes adoptions fall thorough.
Finally, a few days later, we got the call: He was OURS! So, we packed up and made the 3 1/2 hour drive to Moses Lake, where his foster mom lives. The moment I laid eyes on him I broke down in tears. It was instant love.
They had been calling him "Spike" at the foster home, because his former owners had named him "Piggy" and that's just not very nice. While Spike is a lovely name, my son already has a cat with that name, so we had to find something appropriate for this little love bug. I had a "naming contest" among my Facebook friends, and the best (and funniest) suggestions were "Skynrd" and "Yoda." However, I had gotten to know him, and he truly is an angel. But not a harps and flowers and fluffy clouds kind of angel. He's a rough, tough, take no prisoners kind of angel. "Gabriel." The perfect name.
That was almost a year ago. Gabe has become my best friend. He sleeps with me, sits on my desk while I work, curls up on his heating pad while I knit or do bead work. He rides with me on errands and visiting friends. He is my constant companion, and I love him with all my heart.
He is also a cancer survivor. We suspect that his previous owners knew of the cancer, and that's why they gave him to the shelter, rather than paying for surgery that had a doubtful outcome.
He had several mammary gland tumors. Our wonderful vet explained that if she could get them all, and they were small and hadn't spread to the lymph nodes, we would probably have a good year or two with him before the cancer returned. Feline mammary cancer is very aggressive, and nearly always fatal.
My poor little angel was cut from armpits to groin, removing all of one mammary chain, and part of the other. He was so small and vulnerable. I don't think I've ever cried as much as I did during those few weeks during his recovery.
However, two weeks after his surgery, we received a call from our vet. She was crying, and could barely speak. The words were music to my ears: "It....was...benign."
So, my Angel Gabriel had fought cancer and miraculously beaten it.
He's a wonderful, special little fellow. Spoiled rotten. Catered to like a prince. Loved so much I sometimes feel a bit ridiculous. But he's my boy. My Naked Ninja, the Purrminator, Baby Gabey, and several other nicknames.
Nice to meet you all!
Sue