It is a long time since I blogged and for this I apologise, especially to my followers who asked me where my update was.
The reason is a sad one and it has taken me a long time to be able to write again. Even now there are tears in my eyes.
You may remember I mentioned we had been to see a little Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Lily who was in the Dog Shelter. There was such a strong resemblance with Fergus that we decided that when we moved to the new house we would adopt her and after conversations with Ali the vet and helpers at the Shelter it would be best for her to start her new life with Fergus on neutral ground, i.e. our new home.
I had at this point got back together with my boyfriend of over 3 years and on Halloween he suggested we get Lily as there was a constant worry that she may be stolen, sadly there are illegal dog fights in the area and any Pit Bull type dogs are often victims of these horrid individuals. I said ‘No, let’s wait till tomorrow because tonight is Halloween and Shelly is going out and staying with a friend and if we get her tomorrow it’s Friday and Shelly will be off school for the weekend’.
The following morning I received a telephone call from My friend Jim who helps at the Shelter to say sadly Lily had been stolen overnight. I couldn’t believe the irony of the situation and we were all very upset especially Shelly.
On Friday night we went to Yenihisar and drove around and Turan put the word out that we were looking for Lily. There were appeals on Facebook sites but everyone seemed to think that Lily’s chances were very very slim. On Saturday we went to the shelter and Turan suggested we get a puppy, my mind was in turmoil as I kept thinking ‘what if Lily does come back?’ I know it’s weird logic but in my head I thought ‘maybe if we get a puppy she will come back’ kind of like tempting fate? So we looked around and there was such a sweet little blonde retriever girl there and we ended up taking her home with us.
She was very sweet and affectionate but by Sunday I was beginning to get concerned as she was so lazy and not-playful. A retriever puppy should be bouncing around and this little baby wouldn’t even walk up or down stairs. By Monday morning I was beginning to realize that there may be more wrong than just a new home and depression from being in the shelter. As it happened Fergus and The Turkish Fighting Cat were due injections so all 3 were bundled in to the car and Turan and I took them to Ali. The Turkish Fighting Cat had his injections thru the wires of the cat box and after about half an hour we got the 2nd jab in to Fergus who is absolutely petrified of needles! Almost as scared as the Vet was of Fergus’s jaws. We then brought in the puppy and the young vet on duty said she didn’t seem well and had a very high temperature so he wanted Ali to see her. We left Sydney as we had called her and took the still trembling Fergus and disgruntled TFC home. When we got back to the Vets Ali confirmed she was very sick and needed hospitalization, intensive and costly treatment including intravenous antibiotics and serum and there were no guarantees. At this point my phone rang… It was Jim with the news that Lily had turned up back at the Shelter!
After a telephone conversation with Val from the Shelter we left Sydney with Ali and went to the shelter to pick up Lily, we weren’t risking her staying there a moment longer.
Flippin’ ‘eck this is a long story … But what can I say … It’s what happened!
So now Lily and Fergus are in the flat with us, still waiting for military clearance to come back. Lily put Fergus in his place and we had a few near misses with her and TFC, I admit I was beginning to wonder if this was going to work?
The next thing to happen I guess was the military clearance came thru and to cut a long story short that I will revisit later moving day arrived. TFC went in the cat box with Shelly on her electric bike and I went on the back of a flat bed truck on my electric bike with the two dogs. Yes you read correctly the bike was on the back of the truck with me and the dog as and all my worldly goods!. I got some funny looks I can yell you. Mind you I guess I didn’t help my plight because I couldn’t help but sing ‘My ol man said follow the van and don’t dilly dally on the way, I followed on with me two staffordshire bull terriers..da da da da de da…….
By the time we arrived at FevziPasa TFC had escaped! So much for keeping him in for a few days. All evening we were up and down searching but no, TFC has gone on an adventure. About 10pm we have all but given up thinking he must be on his way back to Altinkum when Turan who has some kind of sixth sence (remember Halloween) suddenly jumps up and goes to the site fence and on the other side there is a pitiful miaow! It’s TFC he’s managed to get one of his front paws thru his collar and is there on the other side of the fence. Shelly and Turan go round on the bikes whilst I keep talking to him. Within 15 minutes TFC is curled up on my bed Sleeping like a baby.
We settle in to life at Sultankent and we have to keep reminding Lily that TFC is not just a cat. Meanwhile TFC ventures around the site, comes on walks with us and the dogs. Amuses the neighbours when he accompanies me to the cubby hole next to the office to connect to the Internet and generally life is good. Our family has expanded from one woman a girl one Dog and one TFC to one man one woman a girl 2 dogs and TFC.
Two weeks later Shelly is at school and Turan and I go to Didim. TFC is out and about and the dogs are on the roof terrace because the garden fence is not built yet. On our return the dogs have managed to open the door to the roof and are in the house and it seems I was mistaken and TFC was in. I find my special cat dead on my bedroom floor.