Remembering Savannah

Savannah was put down on Monday. She was only eight years old but was genetically predisposed to being obese which undoubtedly contributed to her health issues. She was so big she was not able to clean herself which led to urinary tract infections. Since last October her left rear leg was mostly unusable which prevented her from using a litter box.

Savannah came to us as a kitten and seemed unique from the start. She was quite the character. Once I was stripping wallpaper on a wall at ceiling level when all of a sudden Savannah jumped up to grab a loose piece of paper. I had not noticed her climbing up the ladder behind me. She used to lick Peggy’s ears and lips in bed so Peggy had to envelope herself in the sheets like a burka.

Although she was Martha’s cat, she loved to help Peggy with quilting or knitting. She also loved a foot massage. That is she loved to be foot-petted by Peggy with her shoes off. Peggy called her a “footy cat”.

While she could be very lovey-dovey, she had a snarly side too. One time when Martha took her to the vet he complained that she was vicious and wouldn't examine her unless she was sedated. When Amy came to visit with her Labrador, Nina, Savannah cornered the dog in a bedroom and wouldn't let her out. Even after she had only three working legs, she still totally intimidated Nina.

Savannah had the most beautiful coloring and facial features. She was probably the prettiest cat I ever shared a house with. We will treasure the good times we had with her.