Friday, November 9, 2012
Karma is a Mean Mutha
Last year, we went through a bout of health issues with our elderly kitty, Grace. Her old bones are growing tired and her kidneys, well.....they are tired too. And as she gets older, things sort of go wonky and you get all sorts of surprises that really aren't "fun" surprises, but they are still surprises just the same.
Grace was getting urinary tract infections (UTI) about every 6 weeks--like clock work. We no sooner would end the antibiotic and we were back at the emergency vet for more. And yes, it was always at the most inconvenient time--holidays, Sunday afternoons, a day before we leave for vacation--you know, when the regular vet was closed. Sigh.
And then after spending a nasty fortune to get examined and prescribed antibiotic at the emergency vet, we'd have the "follow-up" visit at our regular vet. Then they'd run all sorts of tests trying to figure out why she was so chronic with those darn things. We stopped at doing exploratory surgery. We figured that no matter what they would find, we were not opening up a 15-year old cat. Nope. Wasn't an option. We would just make our peace with her lovely long life, and help her end it gracefully.
Thankfully, an extended round of antibiotics (3 months) and a private litter box behind the bathroom cabinet did the trick. Grace finally (Hooray!) quit getting UTI's and peeing on the rug in the bathroom.
While I felt for that cat, I was at my end with that damn rug. Coming home to that thing balled up and peed on everyday was more than I could handle. It was a big rug. A heavy rug. A rug that was not easily laundered. And it made my washing machine dance around the laundry room making loud noises and flashing ugly lights at me. I'm not sure if I hated that peed-on rug or the UTI's more at that point. I couldn't move the rug, simply because she would find somewhere else to pee--which wasn't a good option.
I finally had a discussion with Grace. I sat her down and we had a nice, long talk about appropriate peeing and.....well.....Rainbow Bridges if the peeing wouldn't stop. We seriously did everything we could to help her stop the peeing, but it was getting out of hand. Fortunately, she took our talk to heart and it finally stopped. Thank god. It was a long, smelly battle--and an expensive one too.
All of this has been water under the bridge, so to speak, until this week.
It was Tuesday evening that I had this unstoppable urge to pee.....with no luck. I sat, like Grace, on the pot--imagining my ears pointed backwards like Grace too--straining....straining.....straining. I was damn miserable. Now I knew what that cat felt like and it was no picnic. I swear that cat was smiling knowingly, but she stuck by my side and never once mentioned "putting me down." Although she had every right to.
I woke up early Wednesday and set off to visit the immediate care center the second it opened. I walked slowly into the kitchen and Joe dared to ask "How are you feeling this morning?"
Well..... you know......
I just wanted to pee on that damn rug.