It may not be a miracle, but it sure feels like it

A week ago today I woke up thinking I’d be putting my cat to sleep that day. I was, to put it lightly, devastated. I sobbed unashamedly and uncontrollably. I changed my Facebook profile picture to one of her face, not mine. I posted a couple of times when people asked me what was wrong with Nina, “barring some miracle, I’ll be saying goodbye”.

We took Nina to Animal Ark that day. We signed the paperwork to have her euthanized and cremated, and discussed whether we’d want to take her ashes home. We were as ready as I suppose you can be. But we wanted to see Dr. Cieply just one more time. We had to KNOW that this was our only option.

Happy Hallelujah. I don’t know if it’s a miracle, but I didn’t say goodbye then and I’m not saying goodbye now.

Doctor came into the private room and sat down on the floor. I was trying to hold my shit together and Jim told her we just wanted to make sure we were doing the right thing. Dr. Cieply took a look at Nina, who had come over to see her, and said “she’s like a different cat!” Nina rolled over on her side. The doctor’s jaw dropped and as she rubbed our cat’s exposed belly she told us this wasn’t the cat she’d seen two days ago; “she’s got personality!”

Apparently the drugs helped enough so that Nina could eat. Once she began eating she had more energy. She had personality.

We took her home with a bag full of pain medication and a week’s supply of antibiotics. Now that sweet kitty is back to following us any time we go into the kitchen and yowling until we feed her. She’s not quite back to her old self, but she’s at least getting off the bed, eating and drinking, and showing off her personality.

Is it a miracle? Maybe not, but it sure feels like it.

This is what Nina says to being sick


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