(Oops, I pushed "publish" instead of "save", I apologize to those who were reading when I "reverted to draft").
Yesterday was a bust. A bad, very bad day. I spent most of the morning at the Vet's office with my cat, Jasper. But before I get into that let me give you a little background info on the little guy.
We moved in our new home in March of 2007. In August of that same year, just a few months later, I was in our backyard doing something (don't remember what) and I hear a "meow". So naturally I look toward the sound and here comes this beautiful gray tabby cat, headed right for me, no fear. Now I was warned about feral cats out here in the country so I was cautious...but he was friendly as he could be...and hungry. Here he is a few days later:
So I fed him a package of tuna. Then another. And another. Then I gave him some milk. He was purring like ca-ray-zee after all that. He had no collar, no tags and I told myself (and hubby) that if he stuck around I'd take him to the vet for a check up and shots and he would be our kitty.
He stuck around...it's been almost 6 years. Now, I'm not a cat person, never even owned one but I fell in love with my kitty. We named him Jasper, he just looked like a Jasper.
Jasper despises being inside, he'll come in for a few minutes but it won't last, he'll be back at the door meowing non-stop until I let him out. Here he is chilling in the house for a few (look at those chubby cheeks):
He loves being outside, but that comes with obvious dangers. The biggest of which is fighting with other cats and critters. Which brings me to yesterday.
Jasper comes home every night at sundown and is gone usually before I get up at 6:00. So yesterday morning I was up early so I could nab him and put him in the crate for transport to the vet's office. There was a spot on the left side of his face (I will spare you the pictures) that was fur-less, scabby, bloody and swollen and it was bigger than it was the few days before...in other words, getting worse, it was not just a little, insignificant battle wound.
When I first got a really good look at it my heart sank and I got a knot in my throat. It was b.a.d.
Turns out, he got hurt in a fight and the wound got infected and turned into an abscess, some of the skin had even become necrotic. I sat in the vet's office, listening to her explain this to me and in between sobs I managed to ask her if she could help him and if he would be alright. She gave no guarantees (as they never do) but was optimistic.
She shaved his cheek, drained the abscess and removed all the necrotic tissue, all while he was awake mind you, she said he was "stoic" and didn't fight her at all (such a good kitty). She gave him a healthy injection of antibiotics and I'm to give him 2 pills per day for two weeks. As well as keep the wound irrigated and Neosporin put on it...and I have a weak stomach. Ugh. I just want him to heal the way he should and minimize his pain.
...so he can do more of this:
He has a h.o.l.e. in his cheek..a HOLE! And raw bloody areas where they removed the necrotic tissue. Again, I'll spare you the pictures. It hurts my soul to know he's in pain, uncomfortable or unhappy. In case you haven't figured it out yet...I'm a huge animal advocate...but I only have one kitty and one pooch and they are my "children" since my own child has grown up.
Anyway...that is what my day consisted of, I just haven't had the desire to do anything around the house, not even laundry.
As Scarlet said, "tomorrow is another day".
(Update: 2/2/2012, Jasper is back to his old self, feeling better than ever, YAY!)