And now, just Morph remains.
I honestly didn't think he would last much longer after we lost his brother Jedditt. Jedditt had a tumor in his stomach, and we put him down 2 and a half years ago. Morph has carried on.
|Morph and Boo |
in our first house
Orca was the next to leave. He was such a big boy, Orca was a fitting name. We had been camping, and my mom and dad were feeding and watering the cats for us. Maybe it was the time away from him- 3 days- but when we got back, he looked swollen and huge. I honestly don't know if it happened overnight, or it was just that we finally noticed it. He could barely walk, his bellly hung so low and wide. When I petted him and felt down his body, I could feel his skin, and how it pulled away from the muscle underneath. He was dehydrated.
I nursed him through the night, again. It was a weekend, and nothing was open. Call me a bad pet owner, but I didn't have the money (and still don't) to pay the $150 minimum fee for the emergency clinic. So, I fed him water with a spoon and eyedropper, and mushed up all his favorite foods until they too were liquid. He seemed to perk up after a couple of hours, and I was relieved to see him on the mend. He used the litter box and waddled his way around. I knew we would have to watch his fluids for a couple of days, but he seemed so much better. *sigh* Now I know different.
|Jedditt and Sawyer|
|Morph and Axle|
Good buddies. Now.
About a week ago, I noticed Morph's belly seemed bigger. Swollen, almost.
Today, I couldn't find him. I searched high and low, my heart racing. I dreaded finding that stiffened tail, sticking out from under a cupboard, or bed. Eventually, I found him in my closet, laying in a pile of my old sweaters. He looked up and meowed and me, yawned, stretched and went back to sleep.
I keep checking to make sure he is alive.
I can't help thinking- it's a weekend. No vet is open. I can't afford the emergency clinic. I will nurse him, if I need to. I just want him to make it to Monday, so he can see the vet.
But I am worried that soon, there will be one final grave behind the garage.
Keep your fingers crossed for us.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "not now, not ever. Please."