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Paulchen
Paulchen was a cat who always knew what he wanted...he wanted to stay
here. No matter what we tried, Paulchen came back. He was very shy
though and even though he always came back he didn't want to be
touched or to be seen. He lived under the hood of our 1979 Thunderbird
and under our little shed. We started feeding him and getting him used to
us by staying around while he ate. Slowly, he trusted us enough to start to
play with us. One day, he became so comfortable, that he was out of his
hiding place while the dogs were outside as well, and Shyone got hold of
him. From that day onwards, Paulchen became a purely inside cat. He
stayed very shy and nobody but close blood family would ever see him.
Paulchen was a very uncomplicated and smart cat,
who knew what he was allowed to do and what
not. But he loved to eat..anything and everything,
so when he didn't eat his Sunday breakfast (a
pouch of extra meat) one morning, we knew he
was sick. He didn't eat all day and the vet told us
he had to operate on him. Paulchen survived the
operation very well and hated his treatment of
being spoon fed every 2 hours for a week. And we
had learned our lesson. No more Eastergrass...it
was that what had stopped up Paulchen stomach.
After that, Paulchen became known as the $700 cat.
Two years later, Paulchen started to decline slowly. He
wouldn't eat for two days and then eat again, so I never
took him to the vet. In June 2007, when I came home one
day, he didn't come to greet me as he usually does and I
knew something was up. Paulchen was very weak, but I
thought we would fight this as well. He became weaker
overnight and I took off for the rest of the week to spoon
feed him and also spoon water him. He tried to eat himself
but couldn't. It was heart breaking to watch him lean over
the bowl trying to eat and drink. I took him to a vet who
wasn't much help. The next day I thought Paulchen was
doing better, when he started to have seizures. After a
particularly bad one, which left him nearly paralyzed, I
knew I had no other choice but to take him to my regular
vet. The picture on the left shows how Paulchen looked
and you will know the rest.
Paulchen was 8 when he passed away..and it was peaceful
in the end. While waiting for the vet, Paulchen had the
strength to snuggle up to me again  as if he was telling
me it was ok, and he died peacefully with me stroking his
little head. He is buried next to Shyone.