Meg

I thought I would take a few moments before I begin on my Calligraphy tonight to give you an update on Meggie.  Okay - maybe it's really an update on me.  I am continuing to morph into one of "those people" and it's getting worse.

Meggie came home from the Emergency Vet Clinic on Thursday night with an antibiotic - but no pain medication.  The poor cat has been miserable.  She has been doing her normal activities and eating and drinking the same, but without as much spunk as usual.  I was startled last night when she rolled over and we found a large spot on her tummy where she had over groomed herself and removed the fur.  Enter my semi-panic mode.  I remained calm but made a few phone calls and decided that yes, it could wait until morning.  I didn't sleep well last night - I was actually having dreams about Meggie coming to me all bloody and missing patches of fur.  UGH!

I was up early and on the phone with the Humane Society.  Not ever having had an emergency with her before, we have not established ourselves with a vet clinic.  We used the HS to get her spayed and vaccinated when we first got her, but that has really been it.  So anyway, I called and explained the situation and was told that there were no openings until Tuesday and to just give her Benadryl.  WHAT?  Why would I do that if we don't know the reason?  Yes - she could be having an allergic reaction to the medication - but it could also be a pain response!  I found myself being a little snappy with the lady and saying, "Why would I give her medication if I don't know that she needs it?"  The same exact response I would have about one of my children!  I got feisty and defensive!  My cat is in pain for goodness sake and I'm NOT going to make her suffer until Tuesday!  And why didn't they give her something for the pain last night?  (Definitely learned from that one and will fight harder for her if there is a next time).

I called a Vet that had been recommended to me, explained my situation and my frustration.  They were so very nice and I had an appointment for 9:45.  Yea me!  So, Anne and I go off to the vet this morning.  Did I mention that I am incredibly busy with Calligraphy right now and this whole thing is terribly inconvenient?  Russ offered to go - but that protective, mother mode clicked in again and no - I had to go.  I have to ask the questions - I have to hear the answers.  Men forget to ask things. (No offense - it's just true).

I totally loved the Dr. we had today - she explained things so incredibly clearly and gave us both the pain medication and Benadryl for her.  We don't know if she is in pain from the infection or if she is having a reaction to something.  They still have not been able to get a sample from her to find out what is causing all this to begin with.  (Those are part of the personal details I kept you from in the last post).  She goes back on Monday and will stay until she....ahem....pees for them and then we will know more.

Now - I write all of this to let all of you animal lovers out there know that for 30 something years I have laughed, rolled my eyes and thought you were all absolutely CRAZY.  I am writing to apologize.  I get it.  I finally get it!  She is part of our family and as strange as it feels flowing out of my fingers into the keys - I will fight for her like she is one of my children.  I can hardly believe I'm admitting this publicly.  But - the last few days have definitely proven it.  It's official.  I'm a crazy cat lover.  Never. Say. Never.