Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Pookie the Fearless
My amazing cat Pookie has been out in Connecticut with La Madre since this summer. It was getting very warm in my apartment and I hated to see him suffer. I sent him out to Norwalk and he and my mom bonded quickly. It's now Christmas and he is still with her.
A few days ago La Madre called and told me that Pookie didn't seem right. I told her Pookie was a weird cat, so she really wasn't saying much. Then she told me that he was dragging his hind legs behind him and he didn't make it to his litter box a few times. I freaked out. I told her to take my favorite pile of fur to the vet..STAT.
Today I got another call from La Madre who told me that Pookie saw the vet today and was well behaved. The vet had a few guesses, the first of which was a herniated disc in his back. (Just like me!) He gave the Pooks a shot of cortisone (Just like me!) in an effort to fix it. He also worried that Pookie may have had a stroke (He's 9 years old) or worse, has cancer.
Next week the Pooks gets blood work done which may or may not rule out the cancer or the stroke. If he is that sick, I'll have to (egads!) put him to sleep. (...sniff...)
However, La Madre said that when she took him home, Pookie was looking better. He was running around, so maybe his limp legs were due to a herniated disc. Let's hope. I couldn't lose the Pooks, even is he is in another state right now. I need that guy around.
So please think good thoughts for Pookie this week. He's only nine years old, which is too young for cancer or strokes, regardless of what species you are.