Liter of Jimmy & Nameless

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Names:   Eugene
                  Namaste
                  Goose
                 Ducky

Birthday: March 8, 2022

Birthday location: Del Rio, Texas

Deaths:   Namaste,  March 13, 2023
                  Goose,      March 6, 2023
                  Ducky,       March 8, 2023

Nicknames: none

Getting to the liter of Jimmy and Nameless, I am trying to share this but I can feel the heartbreak and tears burning from the inside of my eyes.

Nameless gave birth on my birthday.
March 8th, 2022.
The way it happened was comical with my husband making a lovlery steak dinner. It was as though the smell of the steak triggered Nameless to go into labor because then she gave birth to Eugene in the couch, right beside me.

We were going to name Eugene Jimmy Jr. for looking exactly like his father but I grrw to hate it and wanted this kitten to have their own identity and so we gave him the name Eugene. This kitten out of the entire liter was adopted by another coworker of mine from Chik-Fil-A whom gave hik the new name of Tuna. To this day, he has grown to be a healthy and happy boyo.

The next to be born after was Namaste. A female that took on the appearance of her mother. Another beautiful ocicat with orange specks throughout her fur. We gave her the name Namaste as it was going to be a second name for her mother but instead was given to her.
Namste was quiet but loved playing. She made friends with my husband and would await patiently for his arrival from work. She had this desire to lick our ankles whenever we got out of the shower and would chase us down the hall just to attack the back of our legs. Namaste was just a bundle of joy that touched my husbands heart in a very special bond.

After Namaste was born, Goose came next. Goose was born looking like Ace and Butters. All white with grey markings. Looking nothing like his father or mother. He wasn't very playful during his kitten days but the more he grew up, the more his affectionate side came out. He hated us taking showers and would cry outside the tub until we finally had to stop. He loved rubbing agaisnt our faces especially during times when we hasd to sit down to use the toilet. He never meowed, he always spoke with his eyes. He was a very beautiful boy and loved spending time with his Uncle Ace and Uncle Butters.

The last to be born was Ducky. Another white cat born with little freckles on her nose. She was the softest out of her siblings. I named her after my sister in-law as her nickname was Ducky. This tiny kitten took on her mothers skittish personality and would hide whenever we came out of the bedroom. She loved rolling around on her back qhwn her name was called. She was playful with her sister, Namaste and Nameless favored her out of all her kittens. Her freckles did soon fade but it was the cutest feature we had ever seen in a kitten.

But once again, tragedy struck our babies. It began with Goose.
He was acting himself one day and within a few hours, was reclusive. Not eating or drinkjng and wanted nothing to do with the other cats or myself. Igor kept him company and overnight, Goose died.
I went to check on him the following morningnonly to find Goose collapsed in his liter box. I went to the bedroom and broke down in front of my husband. We buried him next to Craig and immediately took Igor out of that room in hopes we coukd save him. But Igor passed away not far after that along with Nameless.

Next was Ducky. I had her isolated in my old spare room to keep thebothers from getting sick too. She had little to no energy, sownt her time sleeping and never ate or drank. Again, i bottle fed and watered her to keep her hydrated. Thats when I noticed her rear end was caked in liquid. A mixture of stomach acid and diarrhea. It came out and when it did, she would yowl in pain. It was in her last moments of life that broke me. Having mo idea what to do with no money and the vet clinics closed, I watched as Ducky flopped all over the room. Running into the door, trying to leap onto the back only to fall limp on to the floor. Soon, she didn't have the energy to try and pick up her paws to walk and soon, she died on the floor. We buried her beaide Nameless and Igor in the backyard.

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