These last few days have been very hectic as we moved from Oneonta back to Dansville after I completed a temporary position that ended June 30th. Shortly after unpacking our U-Haul, we were surprised to learn that my mother-in-law had been walking around on a broken hip and needed to be hospitalized. Boxes and spare furniture are still spread throughout my house as we have been trying to attend to my mother-in-law’s needs. We have spent days in the hospital keeping her company, trying to keep her spirits up, and conferring with doctors.
Our return home has not been what we envisioned. Instead of taking time to organize and put our house in order we have been hit with a heavy dose of responsibility reality. Before you stop reading, don’t worry. I’m not complaining or looking for pity. Life simply takes some twists and turns and you deal with each day as best you can. Actually, this post is about my cat and hope.
Our cat, Sweetie, was recently diagnosed with renal failure. We are diligent about giving her two pills a day, have been mixing special nutrition powder into her food, and have started to give her subcutaneous fluids (I am still squeamish about this procedure). Despite our best efforts to help her adjust to our house in Dansville, she has been living in the basement since we returned home. We thought she was having trouble adjusting to a space that is much roomier than the one-bedroom apartment we shared back in Oneonta . We also worried because we have not had a lot of time to keep an eye on her. Yesterday, as soon as we finished administering the fluids via her IV, Sweetie raced for the basement. Before going to bed I went downstairs and could not find her. My heart was heavy…I felt sure that she had found a spot to die.
Around 2:00 a.m. I heard the dog pacing and knew he was agitated about something…no doubt something was wrong with the cat. Sure enough. I jumped out of bed and raced for the cellar. Much to my surprise the cat greeted me in the kitchen with a mouse in her jaws and a twinkle in her eye! She seemed to have an extra pep in her step as well. I thought the cat had been hanging around in our cellar looking for a place to die; in fact, she had been hunting the mice who had found a home while we were away. Did I mention that our cat is 16+ years old (approximately 82 in human years), de-clawed, and has lost 25% of her original weight?
As I struggled to get my cat to release her prey, I realized nature was once again teaching me a lesson…a lesson of hope and tenacity: “Keep going! The prize is within reach no matter what your age (or in Sweetie’s case…health).” Also….never presume to know what a cat is thinking!
If you have pets you might enjoy perusing the material and links found on my For the Love of Pets site. I originally developed this site as a research portal for students who were writing a persuasive essay to convince their parents that they should be allowed to own a pet. Click on the screenshot below to access the site and please feel free to share the lessons you have learned from your pets using the comment link at the bottom of this post.








some of us just do it kicking and screaming, while others embrace it.” I don’t know where that response came from, but it seemed to sum up a lot of the feelings I have developed regarding the learning process and human nature. Learning occurs moment by moment as we observe and internalize what is happening around us throughout the day. We construct our own understanding in a unique and personal way, though our environment and the people around us may influence how we respond to the learning process.