I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
The worst part was just telling my wife, Anne, that everything was fine and that we had just returned home with the antibiotics that would clear up the problem.
Within seconds of getting off the phone came the call with the news that our buddy was suffering from a far more serious condition. The first round of blood test had just been completed, and it was conclusive for diabetes.
He would be looking at two insulin injections every day for the rest of his life along with the many trips to give blood and urine to monitor the glucose levels.
“It’s not a death sentence and he could have a few years left. But given his age.” was the word.
Just a couple of months ago we had a close call and a few days in the emergency room with countless test and being hooked up to an intravenous unit. He didn’t complain but you could tell it took a toll on him. We wonder now if the diagnosis was correct. I wish animals could talk.
The symptoms appeared very similar, eating like there was no tomorrow; drinking a lake; excessive urination (the lake has to go somewhere). You could see a bit of weight loss but it was the weakness in the rear legs that broke your heart.
He just looked tired….”rode hard and put away wet.” as they say.
His big buddy “Sage” had passed two years ago. They had been friends for eight years, Sage a wonderful German Shepard having to learn to be a sister to this new little ball of grey and white fluff. His little buddy “Emmy” will miss him now.
“Trinity” was not named for the union of the “father, son and holy ghost” but maybe should have been given his temperament and compassion. He was brought home the same week my wife’s mother, Silvia, died; just a month short of ten years ago and during the holiday.
Isn’t it always during the holiday?
Although my close friend for ten years we just started to really understand each other the past few years and were pretty much inseparable the last few months.
As I type he now lies near my feet tucked into the space of the old pine roll top desk. It’s been known as his fort for years; a soft towel for added comfort has been added to warm the wood floor.
We’re loosing another piece of the family and it hurts but I know that he has friends across the country that have visited the house and will share in our sadness. They’ll remember with a smile his kind heart and sweet nature.
With the loss of any one close you just try to hold on to the good times and remember the traits they brought to your life to make you a better person. Trinity provided many.
Tomorrow he visits Silvia and Grandpa George for the holidays.
“Do you think he knows?” asked Anne.
Yeah, I think he does.