Tully
A donation was made in memory of Tully on Feb 01, 2010.
Tully Maybelline – 3.22.2009 - 1.10.2010
A short life by any count and as with all birth-death scenarios; the better it was, the harder it hurts.
Midge & I were introduced to Maybelline on June 20th, 2009. She and her brother Medford were in a cage huddled together at the Bellevue Humane Society. They were frightened by the noise of the crowds and seeking relief by knowing the only bond available to them – each other. After the death of the queen of our pride, we wanted to get a male and female pair to complete the pride
They came home and lived in our family room, bedroom, and the sunroom side of the house. This was ideal since we wanted to introduce them slowly to the two male Abyssinians that were 13 years old. The separation was interrupted when Scrappy ran into the room and under the bed to face Tully. He hissed at her. She turned sideways, bushed her tail, and hissed back. Between her mother’s training and her genes, she would make a great queen.
Tully and Starbuck (renamed Starbuck Medford) integrated very well with the two males. In the morning, Tully would announce that she was hungry by climbing on our chest and proceeding to lick our nose or forehead. All four would gather in the kitchen waiting to be fed. While the males guarded their bowels from each other with a quick bat to discourage the culprit, Tully was allowed the bowel of her choice. After eating her food, she would meow for a lick of peanut butter on your finger.
Tully was spirited and adventurous; a spark plug. She became a member of the flying Wallenda’s club by jumping from the 12 foot balcony, pushing away from the wall, and landing on all fours – as if it was all in a day’s adventures. She also scaled up into the skylights to look at the outside world. She, Starbuck, Scrappy, and Sammy would love to chase each other around the house.
In the evening she knew our schedule and would either chase one of her toys, or enjoy a lap and some well deserved gentle scratching. At night there was a ritual where I would take turns with her and the guys playing with a laser pointer. At bed time, Tully and Starbuck would still sleep near each other nestled in the covers between us. That was a strong sibling bond. There was also a bond that had grown strong between all of us.
A couple of days before we took Tully to the hospital I noticed that she had started to retreat to the areas that she grew up in. On the day that we took her in, I stroked her chin in the morning and did not get the usual response of a purr. Something was wrong. Tully passed away very quickly from a congestive heart defect. We brought her home and buried her on the berm. In the spring the berm will be filled with new flowers that will represent the life, spirit, and love that she brought into our home. Scrappy and Starbuck still look for her.
All we can give them is a foundation of trust and love and watch their personalities flourish. Tully taught us that, you have to value every minute of life. Sometimes, there isn’t any warning when it will vanish. We cherish the time that she was allowed to spend with us and the joy that she brought. (*) She burnt bright and fast, and left love behind.
Tully Maybelline; The better it was, the harder it hurts.
(*) Credited to a dear friend from the UK that knew how much we hurt.
Steve S.
A short life by any count and as with all birth-death scenarios; the better it was, the harder it hurts.
Midge & I were introduced to Maybelline on June 20th, 2009. She and her brother Medford were in a cage huddled together at the Bellevue Humane Society. They were frightened by the noise of the crowds and seeking relief by knowing the only bond available to them – each other. After the death of the queen of our pride, we wanted to get a male and female pair to complete the pride
They came home and lived in our family room, bedroom, and the sunroom side of the house. This was ideal since we wanted to introduce them slowly to the two male Abyssinians that were 13 years old. The separation was interrupted when Scrappy ran into the room and under the bed to face Tully. He hissed at her. She turned sideways, bushed her tail, and hissed back. Between her mother’s training and her genes, she would make a great queen.
Tully and Starbuck (renamed Starbuck Medford) integrated very well with the two males. In the morning, Tully would announce that she was hungry by climbing on our chest and proceeding to lick our nose or forehead. All four would gather in the kitchen waiting to be fed. While the males guarded their bowels from each other with a quick bat to discourage the culprit, Tully was allowed the bowel of her choice. After eating her food, she would meow for a lick of peanut butter on your finger.
Tully was spirited and adventurous; a spark plug. She became a member of the flying Wallenda’s club by jumping from the 12 foot balcony, pushing away from the wall, and landing on all fours – as if it was all in a day’s adventures. She also scaled up into the skylights to look at the outside world. She, Starbuck, Scrappy, and Sammy would love to chase each other around the house.
In the evening she knew our schedule and would either chase one of her toys, or enjoy a lap and some well deserved gentle scratching. At night there was a ritual where I would take turns with her and the guys playing with a laser pointer. At bed time, Tully and Starbuck would still sleep near each other nestled in the covers between us. That was a strong sibling bond. There was also a bond that had grown strong between all of us.
A couple of days before we took Tully to the hospital I noticed that she had started to retreat to the areas that she grew up in. On the day that we took her in, I stroked her chin in the morning and did not get the usual response of a purr. Something was wrong. Tully passed away very quickly from a congestive heart defect. We brought her home and buried her on the berm. In the spring the berm will be filled with new flowers that will represent the life, spirit, and love that she brought into our home. Scrappy and Starbuck still look for her.
All we can give them is a foundation of trust and love and watch their personalities flourish. Tully taught us that, you have to value every minute of life. Sometimes, there isn’t any warning when it will vanish. We cherish the time that she was allowed to spend with us and the joy that she brought. (*) She burnt bright and fast, and left love behind.
Tully Maybelline; The better it was, the harder it hurts.
(*) Credited to a dear friend from the UK that knew how much we hurt.
Steve S.
