We’ve Lost Her

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I’ve always been a believer in “The show must go on,”; but there are times when it can’t go on, and this is one of them.

Robbie’s condition was hopeless, and getting worse. I’d rather not go into details. We’d tried everything, held back nothing that promised any hope. But this morning there was no hope left at all.

Eighteen years we had her–a prodigious age for a cat. Most of my family has died. The few who are left live very far away. Our pets have always been a very important part of our lives. More so now than ever. You discover how much your soul has in common with your pet’s.

And that’s about as far as I can go, just now.

Robbie Report

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We were all set to rush Robbie off to the vet’s again this morning, but then Patty changed her mind and canceled. What was the point? We had a solid week of veterinary care, and nothing got any better.

This poor cat. We don’t want to keep stressing her out. There was much too much of that during the week. I see that now. We wish we’d seen it sooner.

She’s totally stopped eating, and it doesn’t look good.

Any prayers you have for us will be appreciated.

Where Was I?

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Physical therapy this morning, then more of Ozias, Prince Enthroned: finished a chapter. I was about to get some more work started when I had to take Robbie for an emergency visit to the vet. That’s the big fancy office that never keeps you less than two hours. I was there all afternoon.

She seems much better, now that she’s home again. Eating and drinking, no more distress calls. She was in bad shape this morning and it just kept getting worse.

The doctor said it was mostly due to stress.

Anyhow, here we are, almost six o’clock and waiting for our supper.

We’ll try to take it slow tomorrow.

Robbie Today

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By the time we got her home yesterday, this poor cat was just about beside herself; and I can’t blame her. For the rest of the day and night, she mostly hid out in the bedroom, emerging only to drink or use the litter box.

We’ve been given assorted pills with which to medicate her. She does not want pills. She resists strenuously. We don’t have the skill for this. So we’ll have to find a way.

All that standing around, waiting for the cab, yesterday, did a number on my legs. Physical therapy later this morning.

Did I ever think that growing old was easy?

Anyone can do it, but it isn’t easy.

My Brain Is Boiling Over

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Only just now we got a heads-up from the veterinary hospital, saying we can bring Robbie home today… along with four more medications. Well, it’s better than having to leave her there. We want our baby.

Meanwhile… nooze… hmm, let’s see, whattawe got here?

Biden makes the sign of the cross at an abortion rally (https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2024/may/12/bishops-upbraid-biden-crossing-himself-abortion-ra/). What do you want to bet he does it again for Perverted “Pride” Month?

(O Lord our God, these things are done against our will, without our consent, and in spite of our objections. Please remember that when you judge this backsliding nation!)

Gotta get to the supermarket today, I have a book to write (ha, ha, ha), Joe Collidge is out there dancing in the streets over the Trump guilty verdict in the kangaroo courtroom–

But mostly we want our cat. Corrupt courts and politicians come and go, talking of Michelangelo–but your cat that you’ve had for 18 years is more important.

By 6:00 this evening I’ll be ready for the rubber room. I’ll be amazed if our supper is ready.

Robbie Update

I thought we were going to have supper last night, but instead I was summoned to take Robbie to the veterinary hospital.

She’s still there. We hope to have her home tomorrow.

I don’t understand: she didn’t seem all that sick, and now they’re telling us she’s at death’s door? Don’t these people ever heal any of their patients? I can’t believe people become vets just to get rich. Indeed, Robbie’s regular doctor called us a few minutes ago just to see how she’s doing. But neither did I understand why they had me sit there and stew for two hours.

I know some people don’t get it, why we set such store by a cat. I’m too tired now to try to explain it. I also know that many of you won’t need an explanation.

And thank you so much for your prayers.

Well, That’s This Morning

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I took Robbie to the vet’s today, first thing, and we were there a while. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail; it makes me want to sit down and cry. There is a time when a stiff upper lip won’t cut it anymore.

Suffice it to say she has all sorts of problems requiring assorted treatments and no guarantee that any of it will work. This poor cat has had everything. She’s 18 years old. Go figure.

So I missed physical therapy today, the hip is killing me, don’t know how I’m going to manage to write for Newswithviews today, blog posts will be hard, too… And wasn’t there a book I was supposed to be writing?

Lord, give us strength. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

 

 

My Day So Far

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I think I’m too tired now to go to sleep.

Robbie has stopped eating: emergency visit to the vet tomorrow.

Physical therapy this morning. Not as easy as it looks: my hip is a mess.

Work for an hour on Ozias, Prince Enthroned. It isn’t going to write itself. Meanwhile, it’s getting very hot outside.

Last-ditch effort: a trip to the health food store (just try to find a parking space!) to buy tuna in spring water–maybe Robbie will eat some of that. Prayers all day long.

Thank you all for your prayers. We need ’em.

And Now It’s Snowing…

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Ours looks like this–very nice.

Robbie, our cat, gave us a bad scare yesterday, just before suppertime. Neither of us suggested rushing her to the emergency vet’s; last time we did that, we wound up with a dead cat. And that wound is still raw.

So we did our best to take care of her here, and by and by she got back to normal. For which we give God thanks. As for today, so far, so good.

And it’s snowing, snowing like mad. We didn’t get any snow last winter, and only a little bit so far this year; but this is the real deal. I want to sit back and enjoy it. Tomorrow will be time enough to dig our cars out. Too bad we don’t have any teenagers in the neighborhood who’d do it for us if we paid them for it.

Robbie Report

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Hooray! Huzzah! I’ve never been so happy in all my life to see a bunch of cat poop in the litter box. Robbie managed it this morning. Now if we could just get her to eat more, we should be home free. Thank you, Jesus! And thanks, everyone, for your prayers.

Yes, I’m running late. We had to go grocery shopping and then pick up Patty’s car, which now has a new transmission. It still needs some body work, but now at least it won’t fall apart if she drives it.

I also took advantage of the sunny weather to write another little bit of Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I doubt it’s possible to finish it this year, so I’ll just go as far as I can until the winter shuts me down. After all, I have two earlier books awaiting publication–Oceans of Time, and Ozias, Prince in Peril.

So far, today is just the kind of good day we’ve been needing.

I hope yours is, too.