I wrote something on Friday that was truer than I had any idea...to cherish every moment with our cats because you never know when. I wrote it as I was waiting to discuss with my vet how to handle my oldest kitties care in the upcoming weeks now that he has been found to either have severe IBD or Lymphoma at the age of 16+ (he already has crf) plus we believe one test result due back any day, will also show hyperthyroidism. I can't begin to describe how special Patrick is, just trust me, in a life of cats, all special to me, he stands out.
While waiting for my vet to call, I heard someone throwing up..as usual I went to see who, were and what hairy present was being left. It was Chris, a 13 y.o. who is just as special to me as Patrick, and to my breed, a fellow who has left a legacy. Nothing had come up. Instead I saw him go into respiratory distress..nasal flaring and strong chest retractions. We were seen at my vets, despite it's being almost closing, and he was found to have a pleural effusion that I had caught early - one lung was in good shape, the other not completely collapsed. Besides labs and the x-rays, they tapped his chest for 65 cc of milky fluid, and I was faced with the horrendous decision of whether to take him home or not. My husband could not get to the vets (thanks to horrible traffic) to be with me.
I prayed, and I asked Chris to tell me what to do. He gave me an answer by climbing into my arms and moofing me...my vet said when in pain with this, they just won't want to be held. I took him home, and did something we haven't done in years - not since he used to mark me as a kitten (waking up to being peed on is so not cool) - we slept together -me in my easy chair, he on various cat beds in my den. Saturday, he was begging to be hugged, eating, playing with various toys...it was not the day. I don't know when the day will be, except it will be soon as we can't "fix" this.
My point? We had no idea, he had a normal heart per his exam last December, his only problem was Hyperthyroidism found at that exam, for which he's been on tapzaole.
I thought I had years left with him, and it just brought it all home to me again...for every person and creature you love, every sentence, every snuggle, it all counts like it's the last, because you never know when.
While waiting for my vet to call, I heard someone throwing up..as usual I went to see who, were and what hairy present was being left. It was Chris, a 13 y.o. who is just as special to me as Patrick, and to my breed, a fellow who has left a legacy. Nothing had come up. Instead I saw him go into respiratory distress..nasal flaring and strong chest retractions. We were seen at my vets, despite it's being almost closing, and he was found to have a pleural effusion that I had caught early - one lung was in good shape, the other not completely collapsed. Besides labs and the x-rays, they tapped his chest for 65 cc of milky fluid, and I was faced with the horrendous decision of whether to take him home or not. My husband could not get to the vets (thanks to horrible traffic) to be with me.
I prayed, and I asked Chris to tell me what to do. He gave me an answer by climbing into my arms and moofing me...my vet said when in pain with this, they just won't want to be held. I took him home, and did something we haven't done in years - not since he used to mark me as a kitten (waking up to being peed on is so not cool) - we slept together -me in my easy chair, he on various cat beds in my den. Saturday, he was begging to be hugged, eating, playing with various toys...it was not the day. I don't know when the day will be, except it will be soon as we can't "fix" this.
My point? We had no idea, he had a normal heart per his exam last December, his only problem was Hyperthyroidism found at that exam, for which he's been on tapzaole.
I thought I had years left with him, and it just brought it all home to me again...for every person and creature you love, every sentence, every snuggle, it all counts like it's the last, because you never know when.