Capturing the beauty of yellow roses as they fade helped me tap into peace and calm, which I really needed these past few weeks.
I was distressed about one of our cats; Archie wasn’t doing well and I feared the worst.
We adopted Archie from the Humane Society ten years ago. He’s a lovely animal. He’s handsome and has a peaceful deposition. It’s an understatement to say we’re attached to him.
He’s our therapy cat. Most everyone could benefit from being around him (except, perhaps, those who are allergic). You look into his gorgeous green eyes, stroke his beautifully patterned fur, listen to his roaring purr and you feel better.
Imagine our grief when we learned of a growing and painful bone tumour in one of his hind legs.
Amputation was recommended. It was expensive but it would put an end to Archie’s pain, which was growing increasingly hard to manage even with heavy painkillers. It would definitely prolong his life. But a life with three legs? Was it the right thing to do?
Something the vet said put us at ease: a cat doesn’t look backwards to when it had four legs, it moves forward and adapts.
It’s been almost three weeks since his surgery. His recovery is a wonderful thing to assist in and witness. Being kind and tender has been the trend around here. I’m touched to see that quality shine in my husband and kids.
He slept a great deal the first week but now he’s more alert. We can tell by his ears – more perky! He gets out of his heated bed to eat and use the litter. His stitches are out and he doesn’t have to wear the dreaded cone of shame anymore, thank goodness. He even managed going down the basement stairs on his own. And he’s grooming himself! It’s always a good sign because it suggests he’s not depressed.
Further on in his recovery, when his wound has healed and his fur has grown back in, I’ll post a video.
Archie’s going to get along just fine with three legs instead of four, and that makes us positively giddy with happiness.