What a horrific 5 days it has been. After celebrating my birthday the last week of September, we came home to find one of our cats had been a fight. He is a cat we took in from the wild and he isn’t fixed so this isn’t uncommon for him especially this time of year. As our first week back progressed, I noticed on Wednesday that he was running a fever and his leg was swollen.
Let me back up and give you a little history on this cat. We named him Renny because my husband says he looks like the horse, Renegade, which Florida State University’s mascot, Chief Osceola, rids out on at the beginning of a home game. When Renny first started showing up at our house, we would try to coax him to us and of course feed him. Long story short, it took us 1 solid year before he would even let us pet him without him swatting at us. He has since joined our family and been with us for a total of 2 years now.
Jump ahead to today and it has only been in the last 3 months that he has let my husband pick him up without completely freaking out. We were trying to get him used to being held so we could take him to the vet to get neutered. Since we had gained so much trust and he was running a fever, we decided this was the perfect opportunity to take him to the vet. We also decided that since he was there, we would see if we could get him neutered after the vet got his fever down and the infection cleared.
I have to say I was hesitant and that should have been my first clue. We took him in and the doctor gave him antibiotic and his fever went down and the leg was no longer swollen so the next day the doctor decided to neuter him. All went fine and we picked him up that afternoon after his surgery. He was really, really out of it but we thought it was normal.
A day progressed and he wouldn’t drink and was acting very strange. Day 2 of being home didn’t get any better and he was acting even more strange and still not drinking. Day 3 came and we took him back to the vet and he felt he was dehydrated so he gave him an IV. He seemed to perk up so we took him home. Day 4 he still wouldn’t drink and was still not any better. I started force feeding him water and it seemed to help some but he still wasn’t the same Renny.
Day 5 we took him back to the vet to find out if he had Feline Leukemia and if he did, it meant we were going to have to put him down. By this time I was a complete basket case. I was bawling my eyes out. I didn’t want to share with anyone because they would think I was being stupid for loving a pet so much but my cats are my children. Call me crazy or think what you may but I truly care for them as much as a human.
Not to mention the thought of putting him down reminded me of when I had to put my beloved baby dog, Snoopy, to sleep and how even after 12 years I still miss her. I just couldn’t cope with the thought of going through that again. I mean I know it will happen one day with all our pets but Renny was still so new to our family.
I couldn’t take him to the vet as I just couldn’t bring myself so my husband took him and I said my good-byes just in case I would never see him again. After he left, I sobbed and began praying, “God I know there are people out there suffering and this is a cat and it may seem ridiculous to ask but if you could cause a miracle and save Renny.” I pleaded like I have never pleaded before.
I decided to take a shower to try and calm myself down and took my phone with me for when my husband called. The phone rang and my heart sank down the drain. I answered and the first thing my husband said was, “Wanna hear some good news?” I started sobbing and whaling in the phone and praising God. He went on to say that he did have FIV, which is feline aids but he was fine. His recovery was taking longer because his immune system is down and also he was still dehydrated.
Cats can live with FIV all their lives. Hooray we get to take him home!!! We actually decided to let the vet keep him overnight to hydrate him and keep watch on him. This is where the story gets even more interesting. Tonight my husband gets a call from the vet. Apparently the hair salon next to them caught fire this afternoon and they had to evacuate. Are you kidding me! Renny is fine and went home with the vet but can you believe it.
We still have a road ahead of us but I am forever grateful to God for giving me a miracle. Lately I have been feeling disconnected with my spiritual side and wondered if God was still hearing me. It is nice to know that no matter how far away I am from him, he is still listening.