Julie

First of all, before I get to the main part of this blog, I want to congratulate Shelby, Cindy and Mary for acquiring an etching for their art collection.  There are six more prints left if you are interested.

And now, about Julie...

Mom’s cat is dying.  Julie (the name of said cat) is a rescue.  Mom took her in 18 years ago, add at least a year onto that and the cat has been on this earth for almost 20 years.  That’s a good life for a cat.  Mom is determined the cat will live so for at least a year, Julie has been getting insulin shots twice a day.  Since Dad can’t remember and Mom can’t use the left side of her body, guess who does that?

Actually, Mike does it most of the time.  He gets up early and before work, drives to their apartment and gives the cat her shot.  Then again after dinner.  I fill in when needed.  I think Mike wants to do as much for his parents these days as he can.  He’s always been a caring and thoughtful son, but he knows his time is running out and he wants to make it all count.  He’s wearing himself out in the process.

A couple weeks ago, Julie started having convulsions.  Dad called and one of us took her into the vet.  I don’t remember if it was Mike or me because there have been several vet visits in the past few weeks.  Julie has stopped eating.  Her blood sugar levels have been fluctuating wildly.  Not only does she have diabetes, but now she has congestive heart disease and the medications are making her nauseous.  Mom does not want to face the future without Julie.  Again, I take her to the vet.  Is there anything else we can do? 

Now, in addition to working and elder care, we are going over three times a day to hand feed (read that force feed) the cat with a syringe on the very off chance that with enough food in her, she’ll take her medicine and with the medication her strength will increase so she’ll last another year or more.  Part of me just shakes my head.  The cat is failing, let it go in peace.  But Mom has hope, and hope is important.  I look at how Mom’s life keeps closing in on her.  She can no longer walk, getting out and about isn’t impossible but it’s pretty darn hard.  Most of her friends have died and Dad’s dementia makes it hard for her to form new friendships.  But she does have her cat. 

With that in mind, Mike and I do our best to make the animal as comfortable as possible and pray for the best for all involved.

Postscript:  Sadly, on September 14, Julie died.  Mom is doing her best to deal with yet another loss.