Sunday, February 10, 2013

Fairwell Good Friend

This past Friday a gray pickup came barreling down our side-street. The driver hit my cat, a people and pup loving short hair domestic orange tabby by the name of Poster. The person never stopped.



Immediately after I received a phone call from our next door neighbor who witnessed the whole thing.  She rushed him to the Vet ER where I met them within 20 minutes.  He was a lucky kitty, still being so sweet- loving on the happy nose and my presence. The Dr. diagnosed him with a fractured pelvis- explaining why he couldn't use his hind legs.  The x-rays cleared our minds of any worry of fluid in the lungs or internal bleeding. His treatment included injected fluids, antibiotics, and a time released pain med that would last for 72 hours.  My instructions were to leave him crated for the next 6 weeks.  Plenty of water and a bit of food, some anti inflammatory pills and a restricted environment free of any temptations to jump up or down.

I slept on the living room floor that first night right next his crate, soothing him when he moved and meowed in pain. The next morning I moved him to a slightly larger crate, cuddling him on my lap while in transition. Man, am I glad we did that.  The second night we moved his crate next to our bed so I would be by his side again.  He started purring before we hit the sack and drank a lot of water. I checked on him three more time throughout the night and early morning. 

I awoke to find him struggling for air.  I used my pinky to clear his airway and when he stopped breathing I did chest compressions. We did everything we could for him. Poster was a great cat and said goodbye to us right there on our bedroom floor.  We're going to miss him. He was everyone's friend, even the dogs. He appreciated the warm house and good meals. His favorite food was lamb bacon, sneaky kitty.

They say bad things happen in threes. I think I may have to believe them: with Logan's unexpected flat tire and dented rim to kick things off, followed by my stolen iphone, (which by the way, had all our best Poster photos on there), and finally Poster's death.  The strangest thing about my karma though is that I've gotten four thank-you cards this week alone.  Thank-yous poured in from friends, neighbors, and organizations that I've gifted to, helped out, or volunteered for recently.

I really had to struggle to come up with a mint today. MINT:  I have some damn great karma coming my way. I think I'm going to buy a scratch off on my way home tonight. Everyone please manifest or envision my big win, thanks.