My name is Gussy

It was on a snowy day 14 years ago that I arrived at Emily’s loft, my new forever home. To be completely honest, Emily and I didn’t have a smooth start. When she brought me home, I found that she had set my litter box and my food and water bowls all next to each other. That didn’t work for me, so I mixed everything together and made a mess. It seems she learned her lesson because I’ve not seen that arrangement again. I had much to teach her about my needs and wants, but she learned fast and we quickly became besties.

The truth is that I chose Emily as my human. She was visiting her sister who had just adopted me. I wasn’t having much of it and was hiding in the narrow opening between the walls in the basement. I’d been lying low there for two whole days- 48 straight hours.

And then, suddenly, there was Emily, sitting on the basement stairs. I guess she was there to visit the newly adopted kitty. Me! That gave me a bit of confidence, and she looked so friendly that I crept toward her and timidly brushed myself against her. As you’ve probably figured out by now, the rest is history. I went home with Emily.

We’re going through a bit of a tough time right now. A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with lymphoma, a cancer in my lymphocytes connected with feline leukemia. Emily has me going through conventional treatment. She’s also put me on a homeopathic regime, a more natural type of treatment.

It has been hard on us both, but I believe her when she tells me we’re going to beat this thing together. I’m keeping my whiskered chin up, and I’ll keep you posted on my progress!

Gussy left this world on 11/18/2020