My Poor Baby!
My real friends know that my poor cat Morpheus has been on medication since like August or Septmeber(I think) for Blocked Tom. I was informed by his Vet. that he might just have to be on meds for the rest of his grey little life. They also told us to switch to canned cat food. I asked them if I could do the special diet dry, cause the other cats get runny stools when they have soft food, but the vet tech told me it would be cheaper to do it this way.
So we changed foods, and that was a MESS and finally found an affordable dry food, that was diet friendly and maintained his meds.
But he has been having problems urinating the last couple days. I am still giving him medicine, and he is still eating the right food. So I am scared. I know that it can be fatal in neutered toms. And there are some days I just dont think I could have made it through without his ass. I love my baby boy. He is like a child to me. Perfectly imperfect for me. He fits my heart perfectly and that is all I could ever ask. I love his strange silvery green eyes and the white tip on the end of his tail. I love his little smug smile that he flashes when he gets his way, or when he doesnt get his way and another cat is gonna pay for it later. I love the way he snuggles up against me when we are in bed. He burrows his head against my neck and we cuddle. I love the way he dances on me as I am getting comfortable in bed, his head down and eyes closed in focused concentration. I love the way he follows me to the bathroom or pouts outside the door when I dont let him in.
I love my baby boy. He is the light of my life and I just dont know if I can handle the idea of losing him.
For anyone who knew Mystique, I really belive that Morpheus is his reincarnation. For reasons that I cannot explain in great detail. I can just say that there was a special connection with me and Mystique. And when I met Morpheus, that connection was there. Mystique was sick for a long time before he died. I honestly believe that he was worried about me, and that made him fight to stay, when his body was so beyond help. I remember sitting up with him the last night, and singing to him. ( he loved my singing) I talked to him and told him that I loved him and that I would never forget him and I told him that if he was fighting for me, then I said it was ok. I told him to let go. I tried to stay up with him, but after a little while, I suddenly got really tired. So I dozed off. He died at my feet while I slept. I was devastated, but I knew he was in bad health.
Then when Morpheus came, I felt that bond that only comes through experience and I knew. Make no mistakes they are as different as night and day. Mystique was petite and fragile, weighing 6-7 pounds at his heaviest with a siamese whine voice, while Morpheus is heavy and was healthy(11lbs), with a powerful voice. But one day, I asked him if he remembered me from his last life and he looked at me with those strange silvery eyes and smiled. Then he meowed with Mystiques voice. I knew in my heart of hearts that Mystique had loved me enough to come back. He wanted to be with me and I felt so special.
So while I know it seems to many too unbelieveable, I trust they will only understand the love a person has for their pet. But his is so much more than a pet to me. He is my breath and my light, and I fear what I will be while he is gone. And I am not sure I can handle his suffering. I know he will come back to me, I am just unsure if I will know him, when he does.
For any of you, who have had a special relationship with a pet, you know that those bonds are so strong that they seem like massive chains at times. You know that letting go is so hard, and once you are able to let go, you feel so empty inside, like the sun has gone out forever. So I sit here telling myself to be prepared, and trying not to pull back too soon, but remembering the way that Mystique suffered, and not wanting that to happen again. I just dont know what to do. We will hopefully get him to the Vet. But I have worked in a Vet Clinic before, and I have seen things that are just too far gone to be reversed. I pray this is not one of those times.
Vive Le Morpheus!
So we changed foods, and that was a MESS and finally found an affordable dry food, that was diet friendly and maintained his meds.
But he has been having problems urinating the last couple days. I am still giving him medicine, and he is still eating the right food. So I am scared. I know that it can be fatal in neutered toms. And there are some days I just dont think I could have made it through without his ass. I love my baby boy. He is like a child to me. Perfectly imperfect for me. He fits my heart perfectly and that is all I could ever ask. I love his strange silvery green eyes and the white tip on the end of his tail. I love his little smug smile that he flashes when he gets his way, or when he doesnt get his way and another cat is gonna pay for it later. I love the way he snuggles up against me when we are in bed. He burrows his head against my neck and we cuddle. I love the way he dances on me as I am getting comfortable in bed, his head down and eyes closed in focused concentration. I love the way he follows me to the bathroom or pouts outside the door when I dont let him in.
I love my baby boy. He is the light of my life and I just dont know if I can handle the idea of losing him.
For anyone who knew Mystique, I really belive that Morpheus is his reincarnation. For reasons that I cannot explain in great detail. I can just say that there was a special connection with me and Mystique. And when I met Morpheus, that connection was there. Mystique was sick for a long time before he died. I honestly believe that he was worried about me, and that made him fight to stay, when his body was so beyond help. I remember sitting up with him the last night, and singing to him. ( he loved my singing) I talked to him and told him that I loved him and that I would never forget him and I told him that if he was fighting for me, then I said it was ok. I told him to let go. I tried to stay up with him, but after a little while, I suddenly got really tired. So I dozed off. He died at my feet while I slept. I was devastated, but I knew he was in bad health.
Then when Morpheus came, I felt that bond that only comes through experience and I knew. Make no mistakes they are as different as night and day. Mystique was petite and fragile, weighing 6-7 pounds at his heaviest with a siamese whine voice, while Morpheus is heavy and was healthy(11lbs), with a powerful voice. But one day, I asked him if he remembered me from his last life and he looked at me with those strange silvery eyes and smiled. Then he meowed with Mystiques voice. I knew in my heart of hearts that Mystique had loved me enough to come back. He wanted to be with me and I felt so special.
So while I know it seems to many too unbelieveable, I trust they will only understand the love a person has for their pet. But his is so much more than a pet to me. He is my breath and my light, and I fear what I will be while he is gone. And I am not sure I can handle his suffering. I know he will come back to me, I am just unsure if I will know him, when he does.
For any of you, who have had a special relationship with a pet, you know that those bonds are so strong that they seem like massive chains at times. You know that letting go is so hard, and once you are able to let go, you feel so empty inside, like the sun has gone out forever. So I sit here telling myself to be prepared, and trying not to pull back too soon, but remembering the way that Mystique suffered, and not wanting that to happen again. I just dont know what to do. We will hopefully get him to the Vet. But I have worked in a Vet Clinic before, and I have seen things that are just too far gone to be reversed. I pray this is not one of those times.
Vive Le Morpheus!