“If truth be told, and however impossible the idea, I would like to have known, every cat that lived.”
For myself, I am grateful to be knowing Shell even on her bad days.
She’s had a few of those lately and between her and Hope (the white senior kitty who also lived within that colony) they both have kept me on the seat of concern.
For Hope, her ears, once only blackened with pre-cancerous growth have now started showing signs of lesions and oozing. I’ve seen this before and it puts dread into my heart.
Shell has had some bad days recently. I was talking to a fellow rescuer yesterday and telling her about the roller coaster of symptoms that come and go. She said to me- “MA, if this rescue were easy to do, more people would attempt it.”
She’s right, you take the good along with the bad, mix in hope, prayers, TLC and use the guidance given to you by the professionals in the field who also want to help. It’s all you can do. But it’s on the really bad mornings where the drool has appeared, the poop is again on the floor and the kitty is distant from you that you just find yourself wishing for that magic cure which would undo all the harm caused by ignorance and/or neglect. A wish for no more stressful vet visits, no more poking prodding, testing, exploring to find answers when sometimes all you are left with is more questions.
But on the good days when she wants to be touched, can’t get enough lovin, headbumps so hard they would knock you over then you know it is all worth it. One day gained in her life is a triumph. Two is a blessing and Three would be wonderful. And so it goes, the roller coaster of rescue when you hope and pray you have done enough that day to reinforce to her that her presence in this world really does matter. That she is a special as that spot of sun on the bed she seeks out to sleep in. You just hope that God gives you one more day with her, with Hope and with Gadget all from the same colony and all of them suffering from the result of being with someone who didn’t have the capacity or the energy to care about them.
Gadget is another treat- a short haired tortie girl who just wants and needs your lap, your love, your affection. Her uneven gimp from a collision with a car months ago (according to the vet’s best guesstimate) just adds to her charm. When I walk up the stairs, her head peeks out of the canning cupboard and she can’t wait for me to get upstairs and pet her and love on her. All these beautiful cats who somehow landed here teach me every day to be grateful for small things. They also impress upon me how important it is to show people around you that you love them and care about them regardless if you might be deep in a blue funk. Because, life is short and life needs to be treasured every moment.
So although I know, I will never have the pleasure to have known every cat that has existed. I am grateful to at least have met these three courageous felines.