littlehalfbreed
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Hi Sphynx Lair Members,
I’m Nadia and I’ve finally decided to create an account after lurking for years. I lost my sweet sphynx Wells suddenly to HCM on August 15 and I’ve felt so empty.
Having had an abundance of cats throughout my life, including handling the challenges of rescuing sick ones, I’ve become accustom to loosing them. But goodness—no one could have prepared me to the lose I felt after loosing Wells. He was only 7 years old of which I had him for 5 of those years.
I was privileged to be gifted him from his previous owner who began dating someone who was severely allergic to cats. I didn’t ask questions and instead gave him such a loving home. When I began dating my partner, Wells immediately fell in love with him. We have created an entire world of inside jokes that are a result of Wells’ personality and traits:
- Hot Tuna (his breath);
- Turn-a-and-drop-a (when he would turn in circles in our armpit before sitting down);
- Parker Pozy (when he would remain tucked in bed);
- Don’t mind if I do (How he would hunt bugs, he would go up and just eat a fly!);
- Do you wanna sit with MooOoMmmy or DaaaDDdddy? (When he would walk back and forth between us in bed);
- In and Out, In and Out (When he was indecisive about sleeping under the sheets and would come in and out of the sheets and walk all over us in the process);
- Oh He’s MaaaaAAD (When I would be cleaning late and he would follow me and try and encourage me to go to bed so he could get cozy); etc.
Pretty much, we have created an entire sub aspect of our life devoted to him and now we are having to amend our existence to exclude all of these habits. I used to jump into bed and put my arm into a circle for him to jump into my armpit and under the sheets. I did this for 5 years and it’s so weird having to stop.
He was an avid pram rider—often jumping into it and purring until we set off on a walk in the neighborhood. When I finally got the courage to walk out Nebelung in it last weekend, I had a neighbor stop to ask about Wells and I began crying. It’s been rough.
I’m so thankful for the existence of him in our lives, and for Bear and Pancake to keep us on our toes—but goodness I would give anything to bring him back.
I would love to bring another sphynx into our life but the sudden cardiac arrest because of symptomless HCM was absolutely traumatic. Wells was my first sphynx and because I was gifted him, I was a bit naive regarding some of the serious genetic health issues.
Questions for you, have you lost a sphynx to HCM and have you adopted a new buddy? Was that an easy transition? Are you scared of that occurring again?
I’m so ignorant to the adoption via breeders and such as well because he was gifted to me. I’d love your thoughts and recommendations. I had no clue how expensive they were! As I work for a nonprofit, can I get a non-profit discount (kidding!).
Thank you all for your advice and insight.
In memory of Wells (15 April 2016 - 15 August 2023)
- Nadia
I’m Nadia and I’ve finally decided to create an account after lurking for years. I lost my sweet sphynx Wells suddenly to HCM on August 15 and I’ve felt so empty.
Having had an abundance of cats throughout my life, including handling the challenges of rescuing sick ones, I’ve become accustom to loosing them. But goodness—no one could have prepared me to the lose I felt after loosing Wells. He was only 7 years old of which I had him for 5 of those years.
I was privileged to be gifted him from his previous owner who began dating someone who was severely allergic to cats. I didn’t ask questions and instead gave him such a loving home. When I began dating my partner, Wells immediately fell in love with him. We have created an entire world of inside jokes that are a result of Wells’ personality and traits:
- Hot Tuna (his breath);
- Turn-a-and-drop-a (when he would turn in circles in our armpit before sitting down);
- Parker Pozy (when he would remain tucked in bed);
- Don’t mind if I do (How he would hunt bugs, he would go up and just eat a fly!);
- Do you wanna sit with MooOoMmmy or DaaaDDdddy? (When he would walk back and forth between us in bed);
- In and Out, In and Out (When he was indecisive about sleeping under the sheets and would come in and out of the sheets and walk all over us in the process);
- Oh He’s MaaaaAAD (When I would be cleaning late and he would follow me and try and encourage me to go to bed so he could get cozy); etc.
Pretty much, we have created an entire sub aspect of our life devoted to him and now we are having to amend our existence to exclude all of these habits. I used to jump into bed and put my arm into a circle for him to jump into my armpit and under the sheets. I did this for 5 years and it’s so weird having to stop.
He was an avid pram rider—often jumping into it and purring until we set off on a walk in the neighborhood. When I finally got the courage to walk out Nebelung in it last weekend, I had a neighbor stop to ask about Wells and I began crying. It’s been rough.
I’m so thankful for the existence of him in our lives, and for Bear and Pancake to keep us on our toes—but goodness I would give anything to bring him back.
I would love to bring another sphynx into our life but the sudden cardiac arrest because of symptomless HCM was absolutely traumatic. Wells was my first sphynx and because I was gifted him, I was a bit naive regarding some of the serious genetic health issues.
Questions for you, have you lost a sphynx to HCM and have you adopted a new buddy? Was that an easy transition? Are you scared of that occurring again?
I’m so ignorant to the adoption via breeders and such as well because he was gifted to me. I’d love your thoughts and recommendations. I had no clue how expensive they were! As I work for a nonprofit, can I get a non-profit discount (kidding!).
Thank you all for your advice and insight.
In memory of Wells (15 April 2016 - 15 August 2023)
- Nadia
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