Does your normally docile, friendly pet turn into the Tasmanian Devil the moment you pull into the veterinarian's parking lot? It's not unusual for pets to feel a little stressed by a visit to the ...View Article
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Posted on 09-14-2015
I found a young cat in the lot next to Southfork Animal Hospital nine years ago. I brought her home, put her in our bathroom, surprised my kids with a new kitty and named her Grace. She was never the cat who would jump on your lap demanding to be petted but she would lay by you and purr. Toby, our golden, was very annoying to her and she would hiss at him when he got his slobbery nose close to her. She spent time on my girl’s bed and as she navigated her teenage years. She said Grace always knew what to do to make her feel better. Grace also hid in the forts that my son made in his room, sometimes knocking them over. She never jumped on the counter and always peed in her litter box, clean or dirty. I fed her once a day at night and she always ate her food, whatever I brought home for her. I boarded her a few times at the animal hospital until a staff person said she would rather come to our house since Grace was naughty (stressed) at the clinic. She would rub up on the house sitter but hiss or strike at anyone trying to care for her at the clinic.
A few weeks ago, we noticed her moving slower going up steps and she began spending more time downstairs rather than upstairs in the kids’ rooms. Being the fantastic pet owner that I am, I figured she has some joint pain and I would deal with that after vacation. We came home and soon realized something was off with her. She was leaving some food in her dish. I laid by Grace and petted and talked her. She kneaded her bed and purred. I told her tomorrow. Monday, she was going to the animal hospital and I would figure out what was wrong at the same time concerned about what I would find. Good news that day, blood work and x-rays were normal and she loved the new canned food. However, within 4 days she was blind and walking in a circle. A MRI at Blue Pearl Veterinary Referral showed a golf ball sized, inoperable brain tumor. We all cried as she went to heaven in her green bed, on the bathroom counter where she started with us. Grieving a pet’s death is a real thing. We know when we bring a companion home that we typically outlive them and will be again sad when they die. A purring cat is still so very worth it.
Paula - I'm so sorry for your loss of your Kitty, Grace. These are such hard, hard days because we LOVE these crazy animals of ours SO much! Run free at the Rainbow Bridge, Grace.....Until you meet again.
So sorry for your loss! Just remember that you gave her a better life then what she may have had if you had not taken her in. Grace was lucky to have you find her & be part of your life! Hugs!