Kona – In Memory

In Memory

A tearful farewell to one of our little ones always tugs at our hearts. This week, we’ve had to say goodbye to Kona.

Kona, a 14-year-old F2 Savannah cat, was surrendered to a vet clinic. He moved to another sanctuary due to his biting issues before joining our hybrid program.

Kona was a very calm boy who loved attention, but only on his terms.  He could easily be over-stimulated, causing him to lash out.  This was confusing for him – he wanted to be pet, but only two times.  The third pet was too much.  The next day, he’d want affection all day, but then would lash out if you tried to leave.

He was the same with other cats as he was with humans. For several years, Kona was cared for only by caretakers to ensure his safety as well as that of others. But as we got to know Kona, we were able to modify our actions and energy and observe him closely to decrease his negative reactions. Safely, interns and staff could interact with him and give him just the amount of love and affection he wanted at any given time, before he needed his space.

He had the most adorable face ever. He’d come up to greet you, do his signature stretch from having old pelvic fractures, communicate with his cranky but sweet voice, and come in for a rub along your legs. Then, he’d determine how much you got to love on him that day before retreating to his own space.

He became very clear at communicating his boundaries, and we always respected them.  So on the days he wanted a lot of affection, it was extra special and we relished those moments.

He loved comfy beds and had a few favorites. He also thoroughly enjoyed make a huge mess out of his litter box.  He always liked as much litter on the floor as in the litter box 😊

Once a mass was discovered in his chest area, we knew our time was limited. Over the years, he had also struggled with asthma. On hot and humid days, he got to lounge around in the air conditioning in our onsite hospital.  He knew this was special and it became a favorite vacation spot for him.

The last few weeks, this is where he’s lived. True to form, he had comfy beds in his kennel, on the surgery table, on the floor.  He had his litter kicked out every where and couldn’t be happier.

As his breathing became more compromised, we knew we had to make the decision to say good-bye.  We all agreed the decision needed to be made before he ever had an uncomfortable day or breathing became too difficult.

He was surrounded by all of those who loved him. And as we said good-bye, we got to shower him with love, kisses and hugs with no time restraints. It was the last gift he gave us and we are forever grateful.