Fletcher
A donation was made in memory of Fletcher by Doctor Melissa Best and Staff of the Glacier Animal Hospital on Dec 04, 2013.
Fletcher, February 27, 2008 - September 5, 2013, The Ingraham Family
Fletcher was placed into our hands as a naked little "mole rat", weighing in at 10 ounces, on May 23, 2008. He was so unique and so naked. Living in Northwest Montana, he sure had to show us what he was made of. He was wide eyed, loved to eat, loved to purr, loved treats and had a set of vocals you could hear for miles. His favorite toy was an empty box and wrapping paper, that entertained him for hours. When you couldn't find Fletcher, he was always really up high somewhere. The day that he scared us for 2 hours, not being able to find him, and there he was, on top of the refrigerator. Fletcher had 4 legged friends and two, 2 legged boys to always keep him busy.
Strangers would knock on our door, hearing about the naked cat, just to see him. Neighborhood children, playing with our boys, would scream and giggle at the sight of him. People especially liked it, when Fletcher was dressed in his shirts. He became a therapy cat for local retirement homes and the local children's autism program.
Fletcher was diagnosed at around 2 years old with feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM). A breed specific genetic heart disease. We kept him medicated and loved and treated him no different than the other animals. Fletcher continued to bask in the sun, lay in the window sills and on polar fleece blankets in the sun. He continued to get in the kitchen sink and lick dirty dishes and we'd have to get up at 2a.m. and chase him out of the sink, because he would bang dishes and silverware around.
We recorded his last purr, took tons of photos and ink printed his paws onto paper. Said goodbye every way possible, let our hearts break a little and at the young age of 5 1/2 years, we let him pass over the rainbow bridge on September 5, 2013 at 8:15a.m.
Fletcher is buried in his favorite polar fleece blanket, in his beloved cardboard box, in the sunniest spot in the yard. Sometimes the air is gloomy and the sky is gray, but that specific spot will have a sliver of sunshine beaming down on it...
A special thanks to Dr. Melissa Best from Glacier Animal Hospital. A woman of knowledge, a woman of patience and a woman of compassion. She is eager to learn and loved our little grumpy "old" man, for the short time that she knew him. Thank you, The Ingraham Family
Jaaq I.
Fletcher was placed into our hands as a naked little "mole rat", weighing in at 10 ounces, on May 23, 2008. He was so unique and so naked. Living in Northwest Montana, he sure had to show us what he was made of. He was wide eyed, loved to eat, loved to purr, loved treats and had a set of vocals you could hear for miles. His favorite toy was an empty box and wrapping paper, that entertained him for hours. When you couldn't find Fletcher, he was always really up high somewhere. The day that he scared us for 2 hours, not being able to find him, and there he was, on top of the refrigerator. Fletcher had 4 legged friends and two, 2 legged boys to always keep him busy.
Strangers would knock on our door, hearing about the naked cat, just to see him. Neighborhood children, playing with our boys, would scream and giggle at the sight of him. People especially liked it, when Fletcher was dressed in his shirts. He became a therapy cat for local retirement homes and the local children's autism program.
Fletcher was diagnosed at around 2 years old with feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM). A breed specific genetic heart disease. We kept him medicated and loved and treated him no different than the other animals. Fletcher continued to bask in the sun, lay in the window sills and on polar fleece blankets in the sun. He continued to get in the kitchen sink and lick dirty dishes and we'd have to get up at 2a.m. and chase him out of the sink, because he would bang dishes and silverware around.
We recorded his last purr, took tons of photos and ink printed his paws onto paper. Said goodbye every way possible, let our hearts break a little and at the young age of 5 1/2 years, we let him pass over the rainbow bridge on September 5, 2013 at 8:15a.m.
Fletcher is buried in his favorite polar fleece blanket, in his beloved cardboard box, in the sunniest spot in the yard. Sometimes the air is gloomy and the sky is gray, but that specific spot will have a sliver of sunshine beaming down on it...
A special thanks to Dr. Melissa Best from Glacier Animal Hospital. A woman of knowledge, a woman of patience and a woman of compassion. She is eager to learn and loved our little grumpy "old" man, for the short time that she knew him. Thank you, The Ingraham Family
Jaaq I.
