Saturday night was suppose to be spent watching the movie “Anabelle” with friends but…
I went home to a complete disaster.
Just a little background, I live in an apartment near my school (which is beyond our city proper) so I stay there every week then I go home every Saturday to my house in the city.
So yesterday when I went home I found my cat being the lazy usual cat he is. He smelled like he rolled over his pee (yuck) then when he tried to pee as in he was squatted on his litter box looking at me like he’s trying to say “mommy I can’t pee” then left the litter box crying. The litter box didn’t have any pee spots. Now, I’ve been noticing this since last week so I decided to rush him to his vet.
My boyfriend (super allergic to cats) drove us to his vet. Unfortunately the clinic was closed so we had to find a new vet.
We found one near our usual clinic, the vet was very quiet yet there’s something about her that isn’t very welcoming? (not sure of a term to describe her) but she would ask a question, and I would answer. That’s it.
I told her about my cat’s problem, his difficulty in peeing and this weird black discoloration at the tip of his penis. She poked his thing with a syringe to get him to pee, or see if there were any obstruction.
tinkerbell being poked in his private part to see if there’s any obstruction or bleeding
Her diagnosis: UTI (urinary tract infection)
I was given a lot of vitamins and medications that I’m sure my cat doesn’t need. Hmp. That lady vet sure isn’t a people person coz she barely explained to me why my cat has UTI or why she needs to take those medicines. Definitely not going back there.
prescribed so many things even anti kidney stone medicines.. -__-
After we got home, my cat was a bit pissed at me so he hid under my bed.
But now we’re friends again since I gave him some bread and water.
REALIZATION: oh how much I love my pets. I’m like an over protective mother to my pets. I sense something is wrong like it’s a motherly instinct. I get mad at them for peeing on the floor, having really bad smelling poop, stepping on their poop just after I give them a bath, and for giving me tons of scratches, yet I would never leave them nor give them away.
There was a point yesterday that I was contemplating on giving my cat for adoption because I felt like an irresponsible mother. I’m never with her (since I’m away on weekdays) to clean him, give him a bath, feed him or play with him and because of that he is now sick. I guess I’m blaming myself and punishing myself too much. My boyfriend got mad at the idea of me giving him away because my cat was a gift from my boyfriend.
Sometimes, pets can be a source of joy and happiness especially when we’re lonely or sad. Somehow they know how to comfort us. When we’re mad, they just look at you with those silly round eyes and your heart melts away. I can definitely say that my life is better now that I always have my pets with me.
so after the mess in my room, the mess in my cat’s cage, the mess with my cat.. i decided to just stay at home and rest instead of going out for movies. we rescheduled the movie watching to tomorrow or monday.
How about you guys, what are your heart warming realizations about your pets?