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Parents:
Unknown x Unknown
From: HSCA
Status:
Deceased - March 14th, 2005 at about 12:45pm - companion only
Health:
Kittlesby has had slightly better health then his brother Ytterboe.
After being treated for lice, which he picked up during his stay at
the humane society, he was in good health until November when he was
treated for a respiratory infection.
Temperament:
Kittlesby enjoys exploring and romping around during free range
time. He is also happy to snuggle in a lap and watch TV and
movies. He is reliable enough to be able to sleep for several
hours on my bed without getting into trouble.
His Story:
Kittlesby and his brother Ytterboe were once known by different
names. They were two year olds that had been surrendered to
the human society I worked at in December of 2003 as Yves and St. Laurent.
When I started to work in the summer again I found them there with
their time rapidly dwindling. They had been on the adoption
floor for almost eight months and had lice (an automatic euthanasia
for small critters at my shelter). So instead of letting them
die I decided to adopt them and give them a good home, because no
one should have to die on the adoption floor of the shelter.
I named them Ytterboe and
Kittlesby after two of my dorms that have the nicknames Ytt and Kitt.
I thought it fit them because they looked so similar that rhyming
names seemed fitting.
The two brothers enjoyed
doing everything together. They loved their big new cage and
being free of lice and the shelter. They grew quite a bit
chubbier from getting more then 4 lab blocks a day. Kittlesby grew to about 650 grams.
He was treated for a
respiratory infection in November with mild success. It
appears that he has the same symptoms as his brother, but has fought
much harder to remain alive. He has lost weight, but still
tries to maintain a fairly constant weight with baby foods and
treats.
On March 14th, when I got
up for school I knew deep down it was the last day I was going to
see him. I could barely peel myself from him to leave, but
made sure that I gave him plenty of kisses and hugs before I left
him on my bed with my mother. I called at lunch time to see
how he was and found he was near death at that time. While I
wish I could have been there, I'm glad he passed away with someone
who loved him as much as I did. I miss him dearly and would
never trade the short time we had together for anything.
The Many Faces
of Kittlesby
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