Sunday, July 11, 2010
Hangin' In There
Angel is hangin' in there, and we wait to see if he can make a bowel movement in his litter box! That alone can tell the vets so many things about what truly ails him. SO, c'mon Angel: take a shit! (so far, only urine in the litter box at the vet hospital),
Peter came home from helping our friends load up their moving truck yesterday, and we immediately went over to see Angel , as it seems we both had this deep need to cuddle and care for him I am amazed how this little animal has galvanized these deep deep feelings in both of us: we want to give this sick little creature love, and a sort of physical love, a petting, a caring, that will somehow magically heal him. Of course, we know better, but there was such a communion between Angel and Peter's dear caring hands yesterday, I swear, that cat was feeling that love. It is true - and was obvious to us both - that Angel was feeling much much better than he was feeling the night we took him to the vets: for one thing, they had spent one and a half hours shearing the wilderness of matted hair off him, and though they had not gotten to shearing his skinny little legs yet, he looked so so so much more comfortable yesterday...free of the painful, pulling, rooted matted clumps,,,cleaned of the caked-on feces and other yuckiness - he seemed so much more lively...but oh my god: skinny! SKINNY , skeletally skinny! So skinny , that you can practically see his entire skeleton underneath that freshly shaved hide of his....skin like tissue paper, breathing free of hideous matted hair, tender like a kit's...and he was so glad to see us! (or so it seemed...can one ever truly know what a cat is feeling? but this one seemed very happy and glad to have our loving hands on him).
WE stayed a long time, chatting with the vet techs,...even the one who worked on Angel the night before... and other nurses, such nice women, who love animals so much...they made every possible effort to make our visit with Angel comfortable and fun. And Angel seemed so happy to have us there.
Carol Mask - the caring animal doctor who has taken such interest in Angel - waits to see how he processes food before she releases him to us. If he cannot eliminate stool in a healthy way, and vomits and has diarrhea instead, then that may be an indication that he is too ill to bring home...and we will have some decisions to make.
But we have agreed that the entire point here is to make Angel as comfortable and happy as we possibly can make him , no matter what his prognosis.
We wait to hear how we can most effectively do that.
So, come on Angel: give a shit! Because we sure do!
Peter came home from helping our friends load up their moving truck yesterday, and we immediately went over to see Angel , as it seems we both had this deep need to cuddle and care for him I am amazed how this little animal has galvanized these deep deep feelings in both of us: we want to give this sick little creature love, and a sort of physical love, a petting, a caring, that will somehow magically heal him. Of course, we know better, but there was such a communion between Angel and Peter's dear caring hands yesterday, I swear, that cat was feeling that love. It is true - and was obvious to us both - that Angel was feeling much much better than he was feeling the night we took him to the vets: for one thing, they had spent one and a half hours shearing the wilderness of matted hair off him, and though they had not gotten to shearing his skinny little legs yet, he looked so so so much more comfortable yesterday...free of the painful, pulling, rooted matted clumps,,,cleaned of the caked-on feces and other yuckiness - he seemed so much more lively...but oh my god: skinny! SKINNY , skeletally skinny! So skinny , that you can practically see his entire skeleton underneath that freshly shaved hide of his....skin like tissue paper, breathing free of hideous matted hair, tender like a kit's...and he was so glad to see us! (or so it seemed...can one ever truly know what a cat is feeling? but this one seemed very happy and glad to have our loving hands on him).
WE stayed a long time, chatting with the vet techs,...even the one who worked on Angel the night before... and other nurses, such nice women, who love animals so much...they made every possible effort to make our visit with Angel comfortable and fun. And Angel seemed so happy to have us there.
Carol Mask - the caring animal doctor who has taken such interest in Angel - waits to see how he processes food before she releases him to us. If he cannot eliminate stool in a healthy way, and vomits and has diarrhea instead, then that may be an indication that he is too ill to bring home...and we will have some decisions to make.
But we have agreed that the entire point here is to make Angel as comfortable and happy as we possibly can make him , no matter what his prognosis.
We wait to hear how we can most effectively do that.
So, come on Angel: give a shit! Because we sure do!
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