Yikes. It’s been a rough week. Somehow it’s already Thursday and it seems like it’s actually gone by somewhat quickly. And although it was been rough, it has gotten much better. Not necessarily all good, but it’s getting there. It’s funny how silly we might feel getting upset about pets. I feel like some might consider them “just” animals, but they really are a part of our family. I adopted my kitty Felix in February when he was about three months old, so he’s roughly a year old now. I miss when he was this tiny:
Isn’t he precious?
That was actually the first morning we had him. Too cute, right? He got a little more bratty and a lot less cuddly, but I love him tons just the same. He was always super curious about going outside, and both my parents’ cats that I lived with went out all the time and were fine. I started out going outside with him and finally started letting him out alone; he came back in when I’d call him and it was all good. This past Sunday night he didn’t come in, and I figured he just didn’t want to come in yet so we went ahead and went to bed, hoping we’d hear him if he came home overnight. Around 2:30 a.m., I heard scratching on the door. My boyfriend let Felix in, and back to sleep we went.
The next morning, after much confusion and searching (I honestly wondered if I’d dreamed us letting him in because he’s not usually the hiding type), we finally found him hiding in our closet and he FREAKED when my boyfriend tried to pick him up. Now these two don’t get along too well anyway (my boyfriend likes to mess with him haha), but he reacted much meaner than he usually does and jetted out of the closet. That’s when we saw the HUGE gash in his tail, right at the base where it met his back/hips. You could see his tail bone. (It was gross.) I took him to the vet on the way to work, thinking they’d clean it well, bandage it up and we’d be good to go. I was in for a scary day and week ahead.
The vet called me and told me his tail was also broken in the center, and that the wound at the base of his tail was so bad that it would be a long and uncomfortable healing process, so they suggested we amputate the tail. I love animals; I know cats can live completely healthy lives without tails; I wasn’t too upset. Then she told me the big issue was they didn’t know if he had any nerve damage near his bladder. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to use the bathroom on his own and at that point in the conversation I pretty much burst into tears in my office. I never would have thought when I let him outside at 5:30 the night before that he would be seriously injured in just a matter of hours.
A few visits and a hefty vet bill later, Felix did end up using the bathroom on his own and I got to bring him home last night! I must tell you the saddest thing ever is to see your pet on pain medication, anesthesia, whatever. He was NOT my kitty when I went to see him right after his surgery. But the second day, he actually looked happy to see me and was acting somewhat normal. And here he is… still (somewhat) normal:
A shaved cat butt isn’t too attractive, is it?
His booty isn’t too attractive right now, but I think he’s happy to be home. And I don’t have to worry about him as much. He’s definitely still healing and not 100 percent comfortable yet, but he is home! And healing! Yay! He’s a trooper. The surgeon told us based on the wounds, he thinks it might have been a car. The vet said it looked like he got his tail caught in something. Wish we could ask him, right? Either way, my sweet baby dragged his butt home with a broken tail in the middle of the night. He’s a fighter so of course I had to fight for him too!
Have you ever had a pet get seriously hurt? How did you handle it? Hopefully better than I did. I was a wreck Monday and Tuesday and literally almost cried when the vet told me Wednesday I could take him home.
Oh, and in case this hasn’t been covered, I’m a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady. If I didn’t live with my boyfriend, I’m fairly certain I’d have at least three cats. hehehe