At approximately 1:40AM this morning, my beloved Doc Holiday died. At least I had her home, and I had my hands on her, trying to comfort her, when she died.
Pictured is Doc’s official POTUS campaign photo from 2004.
Doc Holiday was born on August 31, 2000. I rescued her when she was 9 days old. It was late in the evening of September 8. I heard this horrified kitten, crying in distress. I’d already changed for bed. I put on a robe and drove around the condos, listening. I found this little tiny kitten, its eyes barely open, lying on the the cold cement. I quickly wrapped her in a soft towel. Dressing, I took her to Walmart with me to buy milk to nurse her. I bought the dry power instead of the liquid, and nearly killed her that way. Her wonderful pediatrician, Dr. Warren Franklin, saved her life, many times.
Three weeks later, I rescued her twin sister, our beautiful Georgie W. who eventually was murdered via pet food poisoning, along with my precious little Miss Piggy.
Doc Holiday was so named because she was so tiny and so fragile that she needed a reputation to survive. She grew into her name, terrorizing ever canine who came near her. When hopped up on cat-nap, she was a nasty, mean drunk, who frequently left Rums battered and bloody.
In 2004, Doc ran for President. She finished third in the national cat nominations. It was her only venture into politics.
During the summer and fall of 2011, Doc began losing weight. In January of 2012 she was diagnosed with a severe pancreatic condition that was basically starving her to death. From then, until a week ago, she was given this nasty powder, twice a day. Dr. Lane Dixon and Dr. Franklin saved her life.
Three weeks ago she began losing more weight. Last Friday I took her to the doctor. She was in tremendous distress, then. Dr. Dixon diagnosed her with Aplastic Anemia. They feared pancreatic cancer. She was doing well enough for me to bring her home. She became so stressed this evening, after getting her front claws caught in the carpet, she had a catastrophic heart attack, dying within minutes. I was comforting her at the time she died.
The great irony is it as if Doc held on for a year, to take care of Baby. I rescued Miss Leontyne Price, AKA
Precious Little Baby Kitten, AKA Baby on March 1, 2012. None of the other cats would go near Baby. They treated her quite badly. Doc cared for her, loving her, grooming her, being right there for her. She snuggled baby, and basically raised her. About a month ago, Baby began to truly interact with the rest of the family. Looking back on it, when Baby was accepted by the rest of the family, Doc began separating herself from the world. Mommy Cat was a total jerk to Baby. Mommy Cat and Doc were best buds. A month ago or so, Mommy Cat adopted Baby. I remarked at the time that it was quite ironic the way she was taking care of Baby, crying for her when she was out of sight. Doc’s health started failing at that time. Baby has now been fully accepted by the family Doc protected with the ferocity of a lioness.
I was there when she was given a second chance at life, and was there when she died. She was my baby, my beloved Doc.
She will be buried next to her beloved twin sister, Georgie W. The service will be private, in keeping with her vile and opinionated nature. She is survived by Mommy Cat, B(r)at Masterson, Hoss Cartwright, Bubbles Silverman, Madam de Pompadour ,and Miss Leontyne Price, AKA Precious Little Baby Kitten, AKA Baby. Rums is not listed as next of kin because he is a toy poodle and Doc detested him.