Rememberance

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The Death of A Pet

Wednesday, June 3rd, I took Scrappy, my pet cat, to the SPCA clinic for a routine neuter and de-clawing. I kissed him on the nose, wished him well, and took for granted he would return to me the next day. The thought it could be the last time I saw the stubborn look he gave as he twisted away from my kiss, never crossed my mind.

On Thursday afternoon I called the clinic to check his condition. I was told he had recovered normally and was ready to be picked up. Soon afterward, my boyfriend Lamar left to pick him up. Upon his return, I placed Scrappy on the living room floor to see how he would react to being home. He strolled towards the kitchen, limping on his sore toes. He changed his mind and softly treaded toward the living room. All of a sudden, his back legs seemed to fall out from under him, and he lay down. Later in the evening, I placed him next to my breast, and held him close for his comfort. Throughout the night I slept fitfully, waking every hour to check his condition.

As dawn filtered in the bedroom window, I realized something was seriously wrong with Scrappy. Immediately I phoned the veterinarian who informed me to bundle Scrappy in a warm blanket and return him to the clinic. I restlessly waited by the phone hoping to hear good news. Later in the day I received a phone call informing me of their diagnosis. I was informed he had an allergic reaction to a medication the veterinarian had administered to him during surgery. The veterinarian related this was a very rare reaction, only rest and time would determine the outcome.

Over the next four days an IV and tube feeding filled his tiny body with life sustaining nutrients. Every day I visited, holding him and murmuring comforting words into his soft little ears. An occasional blink of an eye and the slight rise and fall of his chest buoyed my faith that he would survive this crisis. Finally on Tuesday, the wondering, waiting, hoping and praying was over. When I arrived to visit Scrappy, I was informed he had passed away. I went inside the clinic, and held his lifeless body close to me for two hours. Finally I kissed him on the nose, wished him a final farewell, asked God to take care of him and made arrangements for his cremation.

This was my beloved freind Scrappy_Dude may he rest in peace :o)

Softly

Cliche' Essay

On Wednesday June 3rd, I took my cat in for a run of the mill neuter and declawing. Now my little guy hangs by a thread. The vet says it is very rare that cats or dogs go in to comas. Why is Mother Nature so cruel? There are so many animals out there abandoned daily my guy is loved dearly! This whole situation has made me crazy as a loon. Its not like Scrappy Dude is over the hill he’s a spring chicken just barely a year old. He’s out like a light. He is on a fine line between life and death right now. I tell you I’m at my wits end I just want my little son to open his eyes and look at me. He got his name Scrappy Dude because he is stubborn as a mule he doesn’t back down. If he wants something he takes it. So much like his mother. The vet says that is to his benefit and it may help him recover.

We found Scrappy Dude last summer in Kenai. My dad was working on a friend’s house while the guy was up on the slope. His friend’s house is in timbuctwo the closest neighbor being a mile away. My dad thought he was an ugly duckling and left him there. My stepmom who cares for animals pounced on us when we arrived telling us all about him. Of course we went and grabbed him. Poor little guy was hungry as a horse he made all kinds of little growling noises while inhaling his food. If we hadn’t rescued him he would have been up a river without a paddle.

The whole situation is really pushing my limits. I don’t know how much more I can take. I barely ate this weekend. Not like I’ll starve I’m not thin as a rail more like big as a house! My boyfriend and me have been singing the blues since we took him back to the vet. Lamar couldn’t even get himself out of bed for work yesterday. I’m not dumb as a blonde I know the longer Scrappy stays this way the less chance he has at recovering.

I’ve been to visit him every day at the veterinary hospital he just sleeps like a baby. He looks like will wake up at any moment. It really breaks my heart to think of life without him. Some may think he’s just a cat, to me he is like my son. How do people with sick children carry on with their daily lives? I could not imagine feeling worse than I do now. I would do anything just to make him better. I would bark like a dog if it helped. I’m always telling my pets Ill love them till the cows come home. I don’t want those cows coming home right now! For now all I can do is pray for the best.