Day 1: Maurice woke me up, breathing on my face and meowing. Startled and looked at the time, it was 4:01 pm in the afternoon. Everything was foggy since I went to bed delirious from having the ferocious flu bug, I slept for at least 20 hours. Second time the bug got me this year. Normally, Maurice doesn’t wake me up and I am grateful that he did. Maurice, my cat, is as good as a family member. It felt as if he just saved my life from death of deep slumber, never to wake up.
Day 2: Click, click, click. Maurice’s nails must be long and making a clicking sound on the wooden floor. Observing him as he passed me by, he is dragging his hind legs again. God, I hope the mechanical problem of his legs are not coming back. For most of the day Maurice went under the blanket. The only time he came out was during dinner time and went back to sleep.
Day 3. Quiet. Not a peep from Maurice. Thinking that this must be sign of old age, I left him alone. He came out of his hole for dinner, did not finish his meal and back to bed.
Day 4: I am starting to feel concerned for Maurice. When I lifted him out from his hole, his bed is wet. Maurice cannot get out of bed since both of his legs have less mobility. He won’t eat nor drink water. Time to see the good doctor.
The good doctor gave him another shot for arthritis since it worked the first time Maurice had an attack. He did not do any blood and urine test before now this is an essential step.
Day 5: Maurice was restless all night. He managed to jump into my bed twice. This is good progress, but he must stay away from my bed for he leaves a trail of dribs and drabs of urine. Hardly had any sleep because the shuffling of his legs as he walked all night long kept me awake.
I manage to take a few winks and the sound of digging in the sand box woke me. The box is still clean and has not been used. I don’t know which one of the three cats went into the new box I bought for Maurice. Later on, I found Lucy playing in the box rolling all over the sand.
Time for breakfast. Maurice ate. After eating, he quickly runs into the box, made a trickle and did Number two.
Good boy, Maurice. For now, I feel relieved. No pun intended.
Spent all morning searching for answers on the internet. Nobody really knows what causes it. There are many speculations and in the end, the owners euthanize their cat.
Euthanasia is out of the question for me. Call it whatever you want, mercy killing, assisted suicide, putting to sleep. It’s killing.
My goal for now is to keep Maurice comfortable as we wait for the result of blood and urine test. The next step is to do major laundry for all the rags and old blankets that he soiled reeking with urine, wash the floor, and take a good long hot shower.