I had many reasons to be thankful this Thanksgiving Holiday, just as most of us do. However, this week provided an even more keen awareness of gratefulness.
One of my cats was sick. Since I couldn’t tell which one (Stripes or Lil’ Bubba), I had to bring them both in to the vet. I had not taken Stripes into the vet for over a year because the last time I tried, he literally exploded out of not one, but two, cardboard cat carriers. He absolutely freaks when someone tries to put him somewhere he does not want to be. Even after the scratches, we tried again, but to no avail. So I basically gave up on the idea of taking him to the vet. I’d have to order shots and give them to him myself and just get used to the click-click-click of his too-long toenails.
So sedation was required for Stripes (and a borrowed, extra-large hard plastic animal carrier, a towel, and my sister). I get both cats in, they do a bunch of tests, update their shots, give them thorough exams, etc. At the end of that appointment, it was clear that Stripes has an infection. It was also, unfortunately clear, that Lil’ Bubba had 3 (or more!) stage 3 cavities that would need removing immediately (because it was most likely that he was in a lot of pain). Talk about guilting the cat Mom.
So, I scheduled the surgery for the next day. He really did not like getting into the box again, but he’s much more reserved about his protest than Stripes. His surgery went fine, however, they did another urinalysis and he, too, has some sort of infection. So we went home with more antibiotics for Lil’ Bubba and pain killers. And, get this, a cat mouth rinse. Yeah, I had the same reaction… how, exactly, do you get a cat to drink, swish, and spit? Apparently, I’m to squirt a little bit in each side of his mouth and massage his gums. Well, I guess we’ll see about that. Would love to… but…
I love my cats. Every cat I have ever had, from George (my first cat – a stray who moved in with us when I was about 6 years old) to my current felines, I have adored with all my heart. I connect with cats. One cat, Jackson, I will always consider “my familiar.” I swear he and I were bonded beyond the typical “you feed me, therefore I love you” relationship.
I’ve been fortunate that huge vet bills have rarely been a part of my relationship with cats (until now). But this week, I am thankful for their returning good health. I am thankful that my VISA could handle an additional $1,200 sum!
As they lay on my bed, both purring their unique purrs, I am reminded that they are part of my family. I do recognize that they are not human beings, but they are beings who mean so much to me.
May your pet families be in good health…
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