I don’t have my camera handy, but I have company again here in my office. My absence has been long, I know. I will try to make my post as concise as I can (I’m not known for being concise). Here’s the story:
Way back around Thanksgiving, I started to have an attack – back and sciatica pain. It just got worse, and if it weren’t for my sister’s and her husband’s help, I would not have been able to get through my days. Pain was so bad, that I made visits to the ER twice.
As it got closer to Christmas time, the situation was quite dire, and I said to myself, “What if this attack will not end? How can I keep on depending upon others to get me through the days and more importantly, is it wise and fair to have others take care of not only me, but also my cats?”
Blogging was impossible. Couldn’t sit for long.
In the middle of all this, it was found that Rusty had struvite crystals in his urine, and had to be rushed to the vet. New special food needed to be introduced into his diet to diminish the formation of these crystals. Evidently, he has a sensitive stomach, and he was vomiting just about every day. I was changing the food very slowly – for almost a month – and still, when I went over half new food and half old, he couldn’t tolerate it. This stress on all of us was extreme. I thought I had it down to a science – half new and half old, and that seemed to be OK.
Was I being selfish to my family to continue to have them care for Rusty, Romeo and Patches? After all, they (sister and husband) had never taken care of cats before, and even though they insisted they “didn’t mind at all,” I found it so difficult to be the one receiving the help. I’m a very independent woman. Also, in the back of my mind was the question, “What will happen to my cats if I suddenly die tomorrow?” I had not made any plans for that eventuality. Next month, I will reach my 78th! It sounds like a big number. It is.
So, I made the decision: they needed to be re-homed!
To be continued tomorrow…