November 27th 2009 1:26 am
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I wanted to be back home with my family, and I was for a little while. They'll be having Thanksgiving dinner today instead of yesterday, but I know when they finally sit down at that feast table, that's one of the things they'll be thankful for.
I got home early on Wednesday afternoon, and I spent the afternoon sleeping in my carrier, on the bed in my yellow room, with Mama and my Boy taking turns lying next to me.
Late in the afternoon I decided I wanted to get out of the carrier. I took a step or two, and then I took a little nap. Then I took another step or two, and took another nap. Then I got a big burst of energy, inched determinedly out of the carrier, and tried to jump to the floor. But Mama held me in her arms instead, rubbing my ears and back and ankles and telling me that the bad feelings were going to go away, that I could relax, I was safe, and she would make sure I wasn't going to hurt too much any more.
Being warm and listening to her lulled me back to sleep. When I woke up again I still wanted to get onto the floor, so she set me down gently. I used my litter tray, and then I made for the door, but Daddy picked me up and carried me downstairs. That was okay. He put me on a bed, but I still wanted to walk around. I had been in a kennel for 4 days after all! I tried to climb the stairs, and got to the fourth step. I sat there for a long time, with a fleecy blanket over me and one of the humans right next to me, stroking me and talking to me. I dozed a little, moved around a little, purred a little, and just kept an eye on things and made sure my house was still running right.
Mama wanted me to eat something, but I didn't feel like it. She tried squirting some food in my mouth, but I spit it out. She tried putting it on a plastic spoon and slipping it between my teeth, but it dribbled out. She tried using her little finger to dab it on the roof of my mouth, but I got mad at her and was coughing and snorting and drooling. With my nose all goopy from my URI, and the coughing and drooling, she felt like she was only annoying me, not getting any nourishment into me, so she stopped and just snuggled me, and I fell asleep. Mama eased me into a kennel in the living room for my safety, but I had lots of soft pads to curl up on and under, and I was near my fireplace, and my Boy was curled up right next to me on the floor.
After reading a lot of very caring pmails and website references from my furriends, and learning about Hepatic Lipidosis which the vet had said I might be developing, Mama called the emergency vet hospital early on Thursday morning and asked if she could bring me in to evaluate the suitability of a feeding tube for me. They told her to come in first thing in the morning. So she and Daddy and my Boy and Grandmom all took me to the vet hospital first thing on Thanksgiving day.
The white coats took me away to steal some more of my blood, and they put me in a special kennel with oxygen whooshing around in it. Meanwhile, my family all waited and spoke to a doctor about trying to help me feel better and have a chance to get better. The doctor said my Billy Rubin levels had improved a lot, but Al Bumin was a problem and so were a couple of other guys, as well as that really pesty Ann Emia girl. And my upper respiratory infection wasn't making things any better for me. My family spent 3 hours talking to the doctor and petting me and making sure I was set up comfortably, then told me they'd see me a little later.
But I wasn't feeling so great in that funny whooshy kennel, and the doctor noticed it. He tried to give me a feeding tube, but I wasn't in the mood to have anything stuck up my stuffy nose and I let him know it. Then he took some pictures of my insides, and he didn't like what he saw. In addition to Billy Rubin and Ann Emia and all those other bullies picking on me, kicking around my liver and my BUN, there was this horrible monster named Poo Moanya gooping up my lungs, even though for the past few days Auntie Biotix has been keeping me close company, and she should have been acting like a security guard and scaring away the Poo monster.
The doctor was very sad. He said that was probably my FIV kicking in from all the stress of the past few days, and it meant I was going to get sicker and sicker, without much chance of keeping me comfortable and almost none of healing.
A little while later my family came back to see me, and I could tell they were sad too, although they were hugging and kissing me. I was nice and snuggly warm in their arms, but I was having trouble breathing. They told me I am a fabulous, awesome, brave cat, which of course I already know but it's always nice to hear. They were leaking a little, but I was too tired to lick away their tears. I just lay next to my Boy, happy to be so close to him and be his kitty.
Then the doctor came into the room and came close and took my paw in his hands, removing the stupid bandage that I've had for the past couple of days. I felt a weird liquidy feeling in my paw, and I got very sleepy ...
And Mama was right. The bad feelings did go away. I'm not having any trouble breathing anymore, my tummy doesn't hurt, and my legs aren't falling out from under me! And there's lots of warm sunshine, and I don't feel scared or sick or confused at all. There are many other shimmery angels fluttering around me, being gentle, making me feel welcome, and loved, and warm, and healed, and strong.
I can see my family back on Earth, and they still seem sad, and I want them to feel better. I want them to know that sixteen years of love and adventure and fun with my Boy, of bunnies and snakes and voles and ruling the other cats, is what my time with them was about - not a few scary minutes last weekend, or a few days of illness.
I think they'll get there. And I think my new, super-special angelic ninja powers will help them.
Love love love,
Thomas the angel
I'm thankful the bad feelings went away for you, Thomas, and you again feel only the same kind of warmth and love you've had with your family for sixteen years. Your family will always be thankful for the years they shared with you, I know they will.
While you're using your new super-special angelic ninja powers to help your family feel better, I'm also purrrring that your family will find comfort knowing you lived those sixteen years filled with love and lived them to the fullest.
I've never seen a happier boy than your Boy in the pictures with you, Thomas. Extra super-special angelic purrs to your Boy and to your Mama.
Thomas I'm so sorry that your earth life had to come to an end so unexpectedly. But I'm glad you didn't have to live with illness and suffering for a long time. Your pawrents and your boy were furry brave and loving to let you go. I know you will watch over them.
Welcome to the Bridge, I will be your friend here. love Ava
fly free our dear furiend. No more sickies for you - you've got the life now!
We're gonna have a kick-tail good time here at the bridge, Thomas! You can send down angel dust as much as you want!
God bless little man, what a beautiful angel you are , our thoughts are with you and your family, rest in peace little one , we love you .Love Soc and familyxx
You are a handsome ninja angel now Thomas...as Mom read your dairy tears streamed down her face, I asked her why and she said another of our special friends became an angel and is now at the rainbow bridge waiting for his family just like our other kitties and doggies are waiting for us.....
Rest in peace sweet Thomas, we miss you and love you....our thoughts are with your family...may they find peace and strength knowing they did the right things even if it wasn't easy....
Xena and family
Thomas, I can't help crying and neither can Momma! We had to leave when you had your crisis and were so sick and we feel terrible for having left your Momma and you wif our duties....I don't know what we could have done differently, but both of us wish SO hard we could have come and helped you and your Mom deal with all of this! TTCC that the other admins are on the ball and have been kind enough to handle efurrything....we will be back, but we just don't know when. Please know that me and Momma think of you and your handsome face efurry day and that we love you!
Flowie and furrmily
Oh Thomas...I'm very sorry...I didn't know your passing was so recent! I only wish I had the pleasure of meeting you before, however..., I know you now and I'm so happy I've finally met you! It's nice to know you're pain free now but...my Heart still goes out to your family that loved you so very much for 16 years.♥
It looks like remembrance time for we Angels and our families.
Well, keep up the good works of watching over our loved ones till we all meet again.
*Big Stinker flies off to check on Timmy T and the Tomcats*
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