Saturday, November 16, 2013

My Little Storm

I've had my cat, Storm for 16 years. I rescued her from a shelter back in college. She's been with me through all sorts of changes and we've survived it all. Last week, my vet said it looks like she has developed liver cancer. There are various treatments we can try but he isn't sure any of it will prolong her life.

After I got that news, I had a bit of a breakdown (as much as one can break down at work...basically, tears welled up in my eyes, I took a deep breath and tucked the emotion back in). I finished the day with a lump in my throat. When I got home, Storm and Lola (our dog) were waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I gave them their usual head pats and belly rubs and they followed me into the living room...and the flood gates opened. As I cried, both Storm and Lola nuzzled close. After a good cry, I decided to get proactive about ways to help her. We've started a couple of treatments and she's doing really well.

My little fur babies are the closest thing I have to children at this point. I can't imagine life without either of them but I know they can't live forever. Yet, coming to terms with the possibility of Storm's death is really tough. For now, I'm cherishing every day. By cherishing, I mean I'm constantly in her face. For those of you who have a cat, you know that's code for I am getting on her nerves. I'm trying to work on that.

Have you lost a pet? How did you deal?

1 comment:

Mai Perry said...

I'm sorry to hear about Storm! She's a fighter and won't be leaving until she's good and ready.