A little more than nine years ago I visited Tri-County Humane Society, looking for a little sister for my giant monstah kitty as a surprise for his second birthday. There, I found Rhia, the tiniest and prettiest dilute tortoiseshell kitty. She was 11 months old, and she was perfect.
Except that she wasn’t.
Three years ago, she stopped eating. After a week at the vet, it was determined she has inflammatory bowel disease, which is now being treated with doses of an oral steroid every few days and a monthly injection of B-12. This little one also has a litany of other health issues and has had most of her teeth pulled, including all four of her canines.
Nevertheless, she LOVES her nummies and canned food with gravy; she races up and down the hallway and tries to climb the door jambs; she’s the world’s best napper; she rarely meows, but it’s the most adorable thing when she does; she snuggles next to my head every single night, purring me to sleep.
And on Sept. 5, she turned 10.
She’s the tiniest cutest, and I love her to pieces. Health wise she may not be perfect… but she’s perfect to me. She’s my little Tiny Poo, and I can’t imagine not having her. Happy 10th birthday, baby girl!