Yesterday was a more than fretful day. There was a family issue that circulated throughout all the states that we all reside in and while that was happening around the globe there was a Lucy The Cat Crisis right here at home in Kennett Square.
Lucy is 20 years old. Lucy likes it when I shave a few years off of her age so in my head she is a perennial 17…but we were watching some movies of our lives and Lucy appeared as a feisty baby in July of 1998. So Den has been constantly telling her that she is 20. Neither Lucy nor I like that number. Anyway…we are not cloning her…hmmm….or doing anything weird to keep her alive. She takes a high blood pressure pill and the kitty version of lorazepam every day. I have always brushed her teeth, brushed her silky coat and maintained all parts of her. She’s an old lady but she looks good. Elder kitties have kidney failure so she gets fluids twice a week. Den manages her food and she eats good quality proteins. She hates kitty treats but will munch on fruit whenever I give it to her. Cantaloupe, watermelon, apples, apricots, plums…the juicier the better. Roxie won’t touch anything not labeled For Kitties Only. Too funny! She stares at Lucy in shock and awe when Lucy is eating cantaloupe.
So…yesterday…when I least expected it…Lucy began acting strange. She was walking in circles, losing her balance, stumbling. It was sad and scary. We zipped her to the vet for a total check up…our vet is amazing. Everyone there knows Lucy because she is there twice a week for fluids and everyone agreed she was off. A check up, blood pressure, and an intense exam revealed nothing. Her sight seems off…that’s the one thing. So she is back with us today…a little slower but seemingly ok. Sigh!
We are prepared to let her go…we say that but this will be a rough goodbye. But…our incredible vet…said yesterday…it’s not her time…yet…so…we watch her a little more closely. We blocked off the long downstairs with a big pillow…Roxie and the rest of us can get by but it puzzles Lucy. The stairs are not an option for her. We feed her upstairs…so Roxie eats upstairs, too. She has clean fresh water everywhere…a bowl of fruit when needed…heeheehee…and lots of hugs from all of us. My beautiful bedroom is still beautiful with a few additions…a comfy blanket on my big reading chair that gets changed every three days, low profile scratchers, we pulled in a litter box last night which turned into a novelty for one preteen kitty. But we will move that out today. Thank goodness our room is big and doesn’t look crowded with these extras…but we do it for her. When we got her she chose us…amidst a litter of Tonkinese kittens she sat in my lap and never left. We drove two hours to get her and we drove two hours back with this tiny baby on my shoulder. She has been devoted to me ever since. She has traveled, soothed my parents, played with babies. She loved everyone that she knew I loved. She adored my mom and would not leave her side…even in assisted living when my mom didn’t even know me. She loves my sister Paula who is not a cat person at all. But Lucy changed her mind…at least a little bit.
So today our little family is still intact. When Lucy was at the vet yesterday Roxie showed signs of stress but today we all seem ok. I can’t think right now of Roxie without Lucy but I know I will have to someday. Both of these cats can read into my feelings. They were right by my side warming and protecting me after every chemo day. They would smother me when I came home from the hospital. Den said when he would come home without me they would look after him…hoping to find me. We will take care of them for as long as they need us. For us it is sort of a pay back for all the joy they give to us.
Lucy…and now she loves when Roxie comforts her. They seem to escape into their own world. When we got Roxie, the breeder told us she was a comfort kitty.
So we will stay strong and take care of them for as long as we can!
Special report from Patty
Thank you for listening!