July 4th 2008 8:59 pm
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Well....that's a good one. I've been officially on Catster for about 24 hours. I've received so many wonderful rosettes, gifts, friend requests and well wishes.
I feel like singing "Can you feel the love?" from the Lion King!
Although part of my story was known to some of the kitties already, for the most part, my family kept the details to a bare minimum because of the circumstances surrounding my arrival at the shelter and subsequent treatment, etc. The family who had me before named me Consuelo. They didn't take me for veterinary care, no shots, etc.
When they dropped me at the city pound, they told the clerk "she's pregnant, she's got a rash. You can kill her." They acted like they didn;t even notice the grapefruit size tumor on my chest.
I know there are not so good stories about shelters, but I was in a better place the minute I set paw in this one! Even though I was ill with the growths, the chief of staff didn't believe in giving up on me. He said my white blood count was so bad, he thought he was looking at lab work for a cat that had already passed on!! I had calicivirus as well, so when I did eat, I would open my mouth and SCOOP the food in and try and swallow it whole because it hurt so badly. The staff took notice and started giving me wet food more than dry. It was about this time that Mommy made me my own flannel pillow and blankie. I laid on them night and day. When I got REALLY sick, Mommy was hand feeding me with a tongue depressor, a little canned food at a time. When the time was REALLY< REALLY bad and I was my weakest and the meds weren't working, etc. Mom would syringe water and thin formula into me, tom help me keep some strength. One night, when things were looking bleak, she came in and spent about 30 mins with me , just talking. She told me she understood how hard it was to fight and that I had been brave and quite the scrapper up to that point. All I could do was lie there and blink slowly. Mommy cried alot that day. She kept kissing me on the head and telling me that no matter what, she loved me, was proud of me and if I made the decision to go, she wanted me to know that it was okay...to just let go.
As she closed the cage door, I reached through with my right paw, (almost bald from the sepsis) and I touched her left cheek, high up, near the eye. She cried ALOT then, kissed my paw and left. About an hour later, she was back. All she said was "Millie, I'm here, just to be with you" And she stayed with me for over an hour. She kept petting me, kissing me. When she kissed me on the head, she was crying and her tears wet my head. She said "Okay, Millie, if I see you in the morning, I know you are in it for the long fight."
Without going into all the details (sadly, you'll see them on Animal Planet), it was awful.
The pain, at times, was unbearable...the treatments, miserable. Looking back, I can't believe how much I endured. I can't that the staff didn't write me off and take the easy road, putting me down.
Some people asked Mommy why they didn;t just do that? Mommy always answers, "If you SAW how much this little girl fought, you wouldn't have given up on her either"
A number of people tried to credit Mommy with 'saving my life'. She says it was all me. But her favorite story about this is that one of the vets told her, "You know...she is nothing short of a miracle. A miracle. YOU did that for her"
Mommy said "Doc, this was HER fight. Millie made the decision whether or not to stay"
The doctor replied "Yes, but YOU gave her the reason to live"
"Can you feel the love tonight...?"
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