2005 - 2011
Jello was a "grandkittie" who my son adopted and then left with my husband and I when he joined the Army. She and her brother (Pudding) had been guests here when they were very small kittens but they were a good size when they came to live with us permanently, so we missed a lot of the tiny kitten playfulness.
Jello was always rather stand-offish with my husband. She never liked being held but deigned to let him scratch her occasionally. She was a bit friendlier with me, often sleeping near by at night. As shown above, one of her favorite spots was up on a small shelf above the mantle where the stairs turned for the last flight down. It was a great vantage point from which to disapprove of all the folderol going on downstairs.
Sunday night when we got home from Reno, Glenn noticed she was very lethargic and lying in the kitchen, which was very unusual for her. He took her to the vet on Monday and the xrays showed that she either had a very enlarged heart or a large tumor. I took her to the cardiac specialist vet on Tuesday and the diagnosis was grim - final stage congestive heart failure. The right tricuspid valve had failed, the right atrium and ventricle were hugely enlarged. She had tachycardia as well. She might have lasted a few more months on medications or might have gone in her sleep at any time. Regardless, she was short of breath and just wanted to sleep all the time, so we decided it was best to let her go.