Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts

July 3, 2011

Pretty Kitty B

Kitty B, for those who might not know, is our first "baby."  Chris adopted Kitty B from the animal shelter one July 5, 1998, exactly one year before the two of us laid eyes on each other.  He likes to joke (well, I *hope* he's joking) that he loves Kitty B more than me because he's known her longer.  Can't say that I blame him...she is so very pretty, and loves to snuggle at night.  She's a great cat.

Kitty B has suffered from diabetes for over three years now.  She takes insulin injections daily and, so far, has done pretty well with it.  She's somewhere between fourteen and fifteen years old, though, so I'm sure her age is making it harder and harder for her blood sugar to stay under control, which means we never know if the insulin is the right dosage or not.

Chris and I went away for a short trip to Florida this week.  We left Wednesday morning and planned to return on Saturday.  Late Thursday night, however, we got a call from our petsitter.  She hadn't seen Kitty B for several hours (not unusual at all!) but when she went looking for her at bedtime, she found Kitty B in our bathroom. She was unable to walk or eat, and was having seizures.  We figured out her blood sugar had plummeted (most likely because she was still getting the insulin injections, but probably not eating as much -- or at all -- since we'd been away from home) and she was having some kind of hypoglycemic attack...she was basically in a diabetic coma.  Unfortunately, if a cat's blood sugar is too low for too long, it can cause neurological damage.  We told our petsitter to find the corn syrup and rub it on her gums.  She did this for hours despite no improvement from Kitty B.  We left Jacksonville as soon as we got up on Friday morning.  Fortunately, our very good friends were able to go to our house, pick Kitty B up and take her to the vet.  I had called the vet so they knew to expect her and what was going on.  As soon as we got back in town, we went to the veterinary hospital. 

Kitty B is blind, and cannot walk or eat on her own yet.  Its been three days now, and she is still being fed through a syringe and kept on an IV to maintain fluids.  Her blood sugar has been perfect since she was brought in.  If not for our petsitter, she surely would have died.  She is now able to hold her head up and she certainly responds to our voices when we visit her.  We are able to hold her and cuddle her and comfort her as much as we want when we go over there.  She is not in any pain at all.

We are hoping to bring her home today, because there will be no vet on duty over the 4th of July weekend.  We will have to help her stay clean, feed her through a syringe, and keep her separated from the kids and other pets, but we're hoping that she will improve by being home.  Apparently it can take up to three weeks for a cat to fully recover so we plan to give her a full three weeks to see how/if she improves.  We cannot afford to keep her at the vet hospital all that time, so we are praying that God either heals her or takes her peacefully, without pain, so that we don't have to make any hard decisions. 

I know some people probably think, "Its just a cat.  What's the big deal?"  To those people, I say this:  Our pets are family to us.  Kitty B was with us for eight years before Andrew came along.  She is our baby, and she means the world to us.  We pray for her and care about her just as much as we love Andrew & Hannah.  She's our pretty princess!

January 2, 2011

Brokenhearted

This morning, Chris and I found out (through Facebook, of course) that the five year old daughter of some friends of ours lost her battle with a rare form of soft tissue cancer (rhabdomyosarcoma) on New Year's Eve.  This knowledge has absolutely broken our hearts.  Elizabeth was first diagnosed in early March and started chemo on March 5 of this past year.  Ten months later, she is gone.

How can this happen?   I look at my healthy son (sure, he is running a fever right now, fighting off some kind of cold or virus, but he's overall a VERY healthy kid) who is just a few months younger than this precious girl and my heart physically aches for their loss.  Elizabeth was a beautiful, happy little girl whose pictures always made me smile.  We hadn't seen these friends in a long time (since before we moved away from west Georgia) but we kept in touch through Facebook and always checked out each other's pictures when posted.  Chris and I would always show her picture to Andrew and tell him how we hoped he would marry a sweet, beautiful girl like Elizabeth one day

I don't pretend to know why or how to react when this happens.  I know how not to react, though.  My mom started spouting platitudes about how good things will come from this tragedy and God is in control and all that crap, but we really didn't want to hear that.  Lord knows they don't want to hear it.

Jessica (Elizabeth's mom) is 32 weeks pregnant with another little girl (named Hannah, by the way!) and I can only imagine how fearful they must be that perhaps all this stress and emotion might trigger premature labor, or perhaps Hannah will have the same condition...I do know that their doctors are willing to scan Hannah from time to time in order to set their minds at ease and/or keep close tabs on her health to do all they can to prevent this from happening to Hannah.

Ugh, this just sucks.  If anyone out there is reading this, I am sure the Cooke family would appreciate any prayers or warm thoughts you could send their way.  I know I will certainly be doing all I can to love and support them...and I'll be hugging my own kids a little tighter and thanking God for them more sincerely than ever before.

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