Okay, so I should probably look this stuff up online and see if the professionals have any suggestions, but that would take time and honestly, this all kind of happened spur of the moment and I had to talk to Zoey about it right away. So here’s what happened.
ZOEY: Mommmmmm!!! MOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
I could hear the panic in her voice. This was not her screaming because Holden was trying to amputate her American Girl Doll or put her toothbrush down his pants again. This was the kind of scream you hear when something is wrong. Really wrong.
So I immediately dropped what I was doing and sprinted upstairs. Was her head stuck in the bannister? Did the gecko escape from his cage? Did she step in poop? Nope. Worse. Much worse.
ZOEY: What’s wrong with him?! Mommm, what’s happening?!!!
And there he was. My 19-year-old kitty was on our bed having a seizure. One of those awful violent ones where every muscle in his body was freaking out and he was writhing all over the bed and Zoey just happened to be sitting with him when it happened. Let’s just say she put her iPad down without pausing her show, so you know it’s serious.
I held my little kitty trying to comfort him while he went through it (I didn’t know you’re not supposed to that), and I just kept telling him it was going to be okay. It took what felt like forever.
ZOEY: Mommm, what’s wrong with him?
ME: I don’t know honey. He’s getting old. Nineteen is pretty old for a cat.
ZOEY: I don’t want him to die.
ME: Me neither, sweetie.
It was his second seizure this month and we’d already taken him to the vet, so we knew if it happened again we’d need to put him on anti-seizure medicine. I really wanted to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I knew that was a lie. Most likely everything was NOT going to be okay. And I needed to prepare her a little.
ZOEY: But is he dying?
I didn’t want to lie to her.
ME: Not yet.
ME: We can’t really know, but he is REALLY old. How about I make you a promise? I promise I’ll tell you whatever I do know. If I know that he’s dying, I’ll tell you.
ZOEY: Yes, so I can say goodbye.
I think you could literally hear my heart break when she said that.
ME: I want you to remember something, Zoey. He’s lived a really long and wonderful life. He’s had like the best life a cat can have.
ZOEY: He’s the best cat in the whole world.
ME: He is. So we have to love him a lot and cuddle him while he’s still around and make sure the end of his life is just as good as the rest of it.
So she has been. Every day.
And my husband and I have too. We’ve been carrying him with us to every room because the anti-seizure medicine makes his bag legs collapse a lot, and we took the box spring out of our bed to make it lower so he can climb up there easier…
We are doing everything we can to help him live life to the fullest.
But one day I know I’m going to have to give her the bad news. Probably sooner rather than later. And I’m dreading it. Because I know she’s going to lose it. And honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna hold it together to even tell her.
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