Hello again,
wasn't that lucky, mom couldn't download my first picture, it's a good thing, I looked so pathetic.
It was a grand day, the sun was shining on my bed and I got to bask in the sunshine for a few hours. That was very nice.
Continuing this long story...
I got to check out all the mail that came for me, it was glorious to know so many humans cared that I get this operation that would potentially save my life. From far and wide the letters and well wishes came. The much needed funds were collected. I can only thank all those wonderful humans who cared so much about a tiny cat like me.
So, the finances were in place by the end of February 2005, and mom made an appointment with my new doctor, the Specialist! Sounds so important, doesn't it. I had finally made it to 4.0 lbs- wow! I couldn't believe my eyes when I finally got to meet him, he was a cat-man, for sure. I didn't even feel afraid at all. It was really hard for mom to leave me there, knowing I was drooling again, and she wasn't going to be there to help me if I became incapacitated by those nasty neurological problems. I was to have surgery in 2 days, as tests had to be run first. Mom got to visit me the night before my surgery. I was deep in a neurological event, my body doing strange things, but I could feel mom being there, it was very reassuring, even though I couldn't acknowledge her presence. She held me for more than an hour, and kissed my tiny paws, and head offering support and love in the only way she knew how. I was so glad she was there. I know it must have been very difficult for her to watch me, knowing she couldn't do anything to help me. Luckily the nice people in the ICU were really kind to my mom giving her support, as her friend, who drove her. Mom doesn't like driving at night. I'm glad mom had support too.
The day of my surgery was devastating for everyone. It turned out that I had multiple shunts, and on top of it micro vascular displasia. As if one wasn't rare enough in cats, no, I had to have a double whammy. As the nice Vet called my mom, she was silent as she heard the news, and then she said, at least she made it through the surgery, and I get to take my baby home. Talk about a silver lining, ha? Despite the awful news, she still found something to hold on to: I was coming home! It's astounding to me as I have watched mom now for 2.5 years do her thing with the orphans. Even in the most awful moments, and there have been a few, she finds something to hold on to. And I thought only us felines were tough, hmm, I might have to rethink that. Of course I am totally oblivious as to the meaning of all this medical stuff, I live my live as it comes, day after day, good or bad. I am a feline after all, and our middle name is dignity! I wonder what would happen if humans could learn to live every day as it comes, as animals do?