We barely uttered a word. All that my husband, Marc, said to me was, “we are good. We leave at 8”. Now, I knew what he was referring to. But, Alex the cat, who was sitting next to me in what we have come to call our “recovery room” wasn’t privy to the prior conversations. However, he didn’t have to be. He understood his father loud and clear.
At five to eight, I left the room. I headed downstairs to grab Alex’s travel towels, and prepare my car for the trip, complete with Alex’s travel music, James Taylor, playing on the Ipod. At the same time, Alex went into his litter box and sat there. He wasn’t going to the bathroom. He wasn’t even pretending to go to the bathroom. He was just stubbornly sitting there as if to say, “Dad, I am NOT going anywhere. Take Mommy to the vet! Leave me HERE!”
But, his wish was not our command, and Marc scooped him out of the box. He was clearly afraid to leave the room and head into the car. We can tell he remembered the last trip. However, as soon as Marc started driving, Alex calmed down and settled in comfortably on my lap as we drove him to the hospital where his tail was amputated about ten days ago.
We were supposed to bring him in to have his stiches removed on Monday morning, however, Marc and I weren’t comfortable with doing so and then having to leave for work soon after. In addition, the hospital is an hour away, without traffic; we didn’t like to have to take Alex during rush hour. So, we called on Friday afternoon to see if we could bring him over the weekend.
They don’t schedule appointments on the weekend, as they are only open for emergencies, they told us. However, they advised, if we come really early, and call first, there is a good chance they could do it. But, they warned, we would just have to be prepared to wait. So, that is what we did.
We were lucky. While there was an emergency situation, the vet on call was able to break free for a short time. As he spoke to Marc and me, he swiftly clipped off Alex’s stiches. I was shocked. I expected the procedure to be something more. But, it was so quick and painless. Alex didn’t know anything happened to him, and Marc and I almost missed it too.
The vet assured us that Alex’s tail healed well from the amputation. He told us how great it looked. But, Marc and I knew that. We weren’t concerned about his tail. We were worried about his face. As we pointed the sores around his mouth to the vet, and explained the full timeline of Alex’s illness, the vet examined his face closely. And, then the vet uttered the words, Marc and I were praying for, “I don’t think that it is cancer. Nor, do I want to do any further tests on this cat right now. I think that it is auto-immune or even some acne. Keep using the powder, and give it a little more time.”
About an hour after, we returned home. It was such a relief to Marc and I to see Alex once again roam freely, and cone free, around his house. He was adorable slowly walking into and out of every room. His face had a look of pure joy on it. If he was able to speak, he would have asked, “Really? I can really go wherever I want?”
Thank you so much for all your support and prayers for my boy. Marc, Alex and I couldn’t have made it through these past few weeks without you!