Raindance Bobcat in 1998

 

Her end is approaching and I am so sad I feel like I could totally break with reality.

 

When I woke up today, I laid there in bed in something of a panic because I couldn’t remember Jamie’s birthday.  I knew it was in July and I had just missed my parents’ 55th anniversary for the first time ever, because I had forgotten when it was.  I’m still fuzzy on it.  I sent them a card on July 2, but I think that the anniversary in July 1.  I can’t find anywhere that I have written it down, because I always just knew it and now I don’t.

 

I jumped out of bed and went to look up Jamie’s birthday and found it on her Facebook page.  July 16.  Good.  I still have a few days to get her something.  Most importantly; I didn’t miss it.  I’m taking care of Raindance today and needed to be up early so I could try to feed her in the cool of the morning.

 

She’s been sick and Jamie finally got her eating, but Jamie takes off on the weekends and said she feared that all the work she did to get Raindance eating would be lost if she left it to our weekend crew of volunteers.  I told her I’d take care of it although I don’t remember the last time I fed or pilled a cat.  I have to get three pills in her.  How hard could that be?

 

I later found out how hard.  Raindance wanted nothing to do with eating so I had to hold her down and force the pills, in slippery bits of liver, down her throat.  She’s been amazingly tolerant of all we have had to do, with giving her sub q fluids, doing her grooming for her, etc., but by the time I got the last pill down her throat she was snarling at me.  I felt like I had totally undone all the good work Jamie had done and made Rainy very mad at me as well.

 

I was heartened that she came out, after she thought I was gone, and polished off her breakfast.  She took her pills for Becky Gagliardo at noon, as I feared she wouldn’t come anywhere near me for a while.  Again she ate pretty well.  At dinner time she took her pills from me, in little balls of ground beef, but then walked away and didn’t eat any more.  Later I learned that she had vomited everything from today and was again refusing to eat.

 

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