Tuesday, June 10, 2014


Some of you may have caught this snap shot on instagram last night.

That is my baby, Charlie, and he is not doing good.  The fact is he has not been doing good for about the last year.  After a round of several vet appointments last year with tests that all said nothing was wrong, and a round of steroids that seamed to make him feel better I kind of let him be.  He had lost a little weight, and was getting more picky with his food, but I was kinda just hoping that was due to him getting older.  He seemed pretty good most of the time, and then every once in awhile he seemed extra picky for a few weeks, and then would go back to his normal self.

Then this last week he gradually went from eating, to not even interested in his food by this weekend.  All of a sudden he looked super scrawny, and then yesterday morning when I got up to feed the cats he wasn't himself at all.  He wouldn't even acknowledge me when I said his name.  I immediately got on the phone with the vet and had him in there an hour later.

As of right now all I know is that there is something wrong/abnormal with his intestines.  As the vet said it could be anything from as serious to cancer, to he could just have a chronic intestine issue that needs to be treated with some medicine.  They are keeping him right now to give him fluids and meds and to see how he responds to those, and I can only hope positively. 

When I left him yesterday morning they said I was welcome to come and visit him anytime.  Martin and I went to visit him last night, and I am so glad that we did.  I was so worried about him after the way he was acting this morning, I'd never seen him act like that before.  When we visited, he was already acting more like his old self.  His eyes were more alert, and he started purring when I was holding him, and snuggling like he usually does.  That gives me hope that he is going to get better because I am not ready for our time together to be up yet.  Which was presented by the vet as something that might be the case if we are looking at cancer.

Charlie's not a young kitty anymore, he's almost 10 actually, but he truly is my baby.  Charlie is my first pet as an adult.  I got him in the fall of 2004.  I had just graduated from college the previous spring and had moved to Chicago with my then boyfriend, and I remember it took a lot of convincing from me, but I finally talked him into letting me have a cat in our apartment.  I had always grown up with animals, cats and dogs, and I was ready for my own.

I remember we looked at a few shelters in Chicago, and then one weekend in October we were back in Wisconsin visiting our families and my mom and I went out to several places to look at kittens who needed to be rescued.  It was the end of the day and we were going to check out a litter of kittens that was listed in the local paper as recently being rescued and needing homes.  I remember walking into the ladies house and there was a crate full of kittens climbing all over each other, and in the middle was this little orange kitty who had just received a bath, just sitting there staring up with big eyes, calm as can be.  I knew he was the kitty for me.  I played with a few of them, but he was the sweetest.  When I picked him up he just cuddled, he never tried to get away.

To this day, everyone who meets Charlie still says he is the sweetest cat.  Even today at the vets, I heard it multiple times.  He is the only cat I have ever had that will let you hold him cradled like a baby in your arms, he gets so relaxed he starts to doze off.

Charlie has been with me through so much that last 10 years it is almost unbelievable.  He has been the one constant there through it all, and it always amazes me how in tune they are to being there for you.  My kitties can always sense when I'm sad and need a little extra cuddling.  Charlie I am sending positive thoughts your way, I hope you are feeling better and getting stronger and that we can have you back home soon!


  1. Best wishes and thoughts are with you and Charlie! Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery.

  2. Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery. http://0rz.tw/YAAeL