I stood in the kitchen, and he sat there meowing at my feet. I looked down and thought, “Now what?”. He was my first baby.
Some how, back in 2006, I ended up with this little fur ball. Jimmy was studying abroad in South America that summer, and I was back on campus trying to act like I didn’t miss my boyfriend (that’s weird to say now that we’re married) like CRAZY. I decided to take a trip out to his family’s farm one weekend … which proved to be a great idea. This little orange kitten followed me around the whole day, and some how J’s mom was able to talk me into taking it home. So, I put him in a cardboard box and brought him back to school with me.
Fast forward to about a month later when J got home from South America. Bill went from being my baby to being Jimmy’s buddy. I’m used to this now, as our first dog totally loves him more than she loves me. Since then, Bill has gone from a tiny kitten to a cat that resembles Garfield.
Last night, I noticed he was acting funny: Hissing at the dogs, squatting every 10 seconds, struggling to get urine out. After lots of advice from my family, we decided to take him to the pet ER. They were able to rule out a complete urinary tract blockage, and think his bladder is just very irritated. We’re keeping a close eye on him, and he’s resting comfortably in our bathroom (with pain killers). Some people might think we’re crazy for not waiting until the morning, but male cats can go from being perfectly fine to dying (or needing MAJOR surgery or needing to be euthanized) in a matter of days if urinary issues are not resolved quickly. He’s not completely out of the woods yet … we are waiting on the results from his urinalysis before moving forward with antibiotics. I am sure he will be fine in a few days … like I said, he’s our first baby, so we’re hoping he recovers quickly!
On a related note: While we were at the pet ER last night, we were witness to someone losing their dog. Apparently, the dog was pretty old and had gone to get dental work done at its vet office that morning. Everything seemed fine after, but he had a reaction to the anesthesia once they got home and went into cardiac arrest. We heard the nurses tell the man that they were starting CPR, and then next thing we saw was the man walking past the door holding his dog … and then he called his wife to tell her the news. It was hard to hear … and I really wished the walls were thicker so we didn’t have to listen. It instantly reminded me of ‘Marley and Me’ and how much that movie touched my heart. Even though we always joke that our pets are a pain in the rear, we really love them just like they are our kids … I mean, until we have real children, our pets are our babies. I hope the family that lost their dog last night is able to get some closure … I know when I got home, I wanted to hug our dogs a little more than normal, and let them give me extra doggy kisses.
I don’t want to be a Debbie-Downer … Just goes along with the whole thing, ‘Today could be your last … so love like there’s no tomorrow’.