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person with pets. She was a calico cat with diabetes and we had to give her insulin shots twice a day. She got to a point that I think she was used to it...and she just understood that we were trying to help her. To the day, that cat never liked any other men besides me. I actually had one of my shipmates from the shipyard who stayed with us for a short time. Teela had claimed the guest room and the guest bed as hers. If we ever had to find her, she would be in that room on the bed. Anyway, my friends ship was in the Naval Yard being repaired and we let him stay at my apartment for a little while. So Teela did end up making friends with him. Normally she would poop in people's shoes if she didn't like you. So, if you stayed on the couch or in the guest room, and left your shoes anywhere, and she didn't like you, she would be sure to find your shoes and do her 'job'. She would even do this if a person was only there for a couple of hours...in case that the person she disliked took their shoes off. She must have liked my buddy Bill because she never left a little gift in any of his shoes. Also, any time he woke up in the morning, she would always be on the pillow next to his head. She never let him pet her...and she basically just tolerated him. It was like she was saying that she'd let him sleep in her bed but he'd have to share it with her. There was a time close to when we were getting ready to lose her and I went up to the bedroom and found her non-responsive. I actually remembered, while taking CPR at the Naval Yard, how they showed us to give CPR to animals, and to Service Dogs in particular. I actually was able to give Teela CPR and revived her. Unfortunately, though, she only lasted three more days after that. She was having diabetes shut-down. The veterinarian it was probably better for her to 'fall asleep' than us having to watch her continue to gasp for breath until her last. She passed away in 2010.
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