A telephone call on Sunday evening from an unknown caller is never good news. Tonight’s caller was the veterinarian who examined my feline friend Izzi on Friday. She apologized for not getting back with me yesterday. Then she had only the blood work, she was waiting for the urinalysis which came late today. She wanted to be sure before giving me the news. Izzi’s kidneys are failing.
This was always the way this was going to end. Last year this time she was diagnosed with FLUTD (feline, lower urinary track disease). As with most cats, urinary disorders are common and very serious when not treated. We had a treatment plan that worked well until last week, when I woke up to find her sleeping in her cat-pan. She hasn’t eaten since Thursday morning, refusing all attempts to get her to eat anything. She even turned her nose today to cheese, her favorite treat. The vet’s call confirmed my deepest fears.
Izzi & Sammy were born the first week of the new millennium in a litter of kittens from my sister’s cat Kali. They were inseparable from birth so we took them both home. We lost Sammy at three years due to a genetic heart defect found in some mixed Maine Coons. It was detected too late, he died twice in my arms on the way to the ER. Thirteen years later it’s time for Izzi and Sammy to be reunited. Animals are amazing, the love they give so unconditionally is overwhelming at times. Izzi has been by my side 16 years. I don’t have much time left.
“As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.” -Cleveland Amory, The Cat Who Came for Christmas