It’s 5:21 a.m. and sometime in the night Baker stroked out and went to the Bridge. I don’t know if it was from the pain, a possible overlooked injury or the stress of the vet visits, tests and prodding but he is gone.
As I sat in the living room trying not to cry and getting ready for the day, I noticed Quincy was unable to sit down. She was in the middle of the floor with her butt high in the air?
When she continued to stay in this position, I went over to check on her. I touched her tail, she has a big lump in the middle and touching it makes her come unglued. Her third eyelid is folded over and she wants to be held, but I cannot hold her without her screaming- sigh…….I merge from one cat crisis to another. I am taking Scotty in for a neuter today so I will add one more kitten to the travel plans and do a drop-off of Quincy. I pray it is just a cat bite (though I can’t find one) and not something else that is worse than an upcoming abscess.
Sometimes, life just doesn’t make sense.
I have no clue what is going on with Quincy who is only 7 months old. I have the three Siamese girls who were so beaten upstairs and they are going into the vet on Monday. I guess if I didn’t want the heartache and the stress of handling so many abused kitties, I should have just bought some goldfish!
At any rate, I have a grave to dig if I can find a place on the grounds that isn’t flooded at the moment. We have fish in our pasture right now as the creek has grown into a river and flooded the land.
Please pray for Quince that this is an easy fix and not something dreadful. I grow weary of crisis modes and just wish God would send me some healthy kittens for a change-what a concept!
Please light a candle for Baker- for he’s Jeremy and Don’s kitty now.