The array of Willy's meds

I was straightening the cat food shelf and was amazed at all of the medications that I'd been using for Willy.  So, I put them all on the counter and took a picture.  This doesn't include the insulin, and insulin syringes and sharps container, I'd already taken them back to the vet's office.

Heart on the mend

My heart is raw with grief over the loss of Willy.  The two weeks since his death have been so very difficult.  The tears have been either free flowing, or just under the surface ready to start running, which they do more often than not.  I am able to control them a little better though when I'm somewhere other than at home.

My routines have been shaken. Willy isn't there to wake me up in the morning by stepping on my hair until I give in and get up.  When I do get up, there's no need to get his breakfast ready, the house is silent, and still.  Too still.  Chris is still sleeping and I'm so alone, so very alone, missing my baby boy.  I try to stay on my loose schedule for getting ready for work.  10 - 15 minutes are cut off my time, there's no litter box to scoop, no water bowls to fill, no hair ball paste to give, no treats to give, no medication to give, no little boy to pick up and love on before I head out the door to work.  There's only a spot beneath the trees in the back yard to look at, and to tell my little boy that Mama loves him and to be a sweet boy.  That's what I told him every time I left the house.

When I come home, there's no supper to feed my little boy.  When I go to bed, he's not there to go with me and make biscuits at the foot of the bed, or lie on my side, or my chest.

I miss those things.  I miss watching Willy enjoying the back porch, and getting out there through the cat door Chris installed.  I miss seeing him sitting at the big door waiting for someone to open it for him because he didn't want to be bothered to use the cat door. I bought this house so Willy could have a screened in porch.

The lizards are safe now without Willy on the prowl.

I miss the way he'd come stand on my lap top when he wanted attention.

I miss the way he'd be waiting for me when I'd come out of the bathroom.

I miss giving him catnip, and watching him enjoy it.

I miss watching him sharpen his claws on the scratcher.

I miss watching him play with his toys, that boy loved his toys.

I miss seeing him stretched out on the floor.

I miss seeing him enjoying the swing.

I miss seeing him lying on the bench, or in the sunlight.

I miss seeing him go to a sunny spot in front of the window in the mornings after he'd eat his breakfast.

I miss catching him on the counter top or on the table, where he knew he wasn't supposed to be.  I miss the expression on his face when I'd catch him.

I miss his purr.

I miss scooping him up and giving him kisses.

I miss the feel of his fur.

I miss him running to the pantry every time I would walk through the house, and him talking to me as he ran ahead of me.

I miss giving in and giving him a treat most times he "asked".

I miss him showing up just as we are about to sit down at the dinner table, his timing impeccable.

I miss how he used to sit right next to me, in his chair, waiting patiently on the next morsel.

I miss his meow.

I miss him, I miss Willy, my little boy who I loved for 12 years and 2 months, who I continue to love even though his body isn't here.

I miss so much more.

I'm glad to say that there are some things that I don't miss.  I don't miss hemobartonellis, I don't miss chondrosarcoma, I don't miss diabetes,  and most of all, I don't miss hemangiosarcoma.

I am glad that Willy is at peace, free of pain, free of suffering, free of feeling badly.  I am glad that we had 129 days after the tumor was first seen on x-ray to love him.  I know that I did everything I possibly could to give him as much good quality of life possible.  I know that Chris did everything he could.

I felt, and I do still feel so helpless against those tiny microorganisms that wreaked havoc on his small body.  I'm so angry that Willy was dealt such an awful hand.  I think he handled everything that was thrown at him like a champ.  Everyone at every vet appointment we took him to, talked about how sweet and lovable he is.  It warms my heart to know that others feel the same way I do about him.  I am so lucky to have so many people who care about Willy, and about me and Chris, and about what we've been through.  We have an amazing support system.

My heart is slowing mending, although it will never be complete.  Someone said to me that I have a Willy shaped spot in my heart, that only he can fill. 

Grief is a horrible thing, it is overwhelming.  I don't ever want to experience it again.

Willy......... April 23, 1998 - June 21, 2010

Day 129, that's how far we got.  129 days, I feel robbed.  Willy and I had a 20 year plan.  Damn that hemangiosarcoma., 12 years and 2 months, and I had to let my little boy go.  Mama loves you.  You be a sweet boy.

Milestone

We made it to another milestone yesterday.  It was day 120, or in other words 4 months since Willy's tumor was detected.  Now we're on our way to our next milestone, 1 day in and counting. He's already beat the 80 days by 21.  He is doing so well.  His hair is growing back at a pretty good pace.  I'll be glad when it is back.  I'd say it's about 1/3 of the way there, maybe a little more.

This morning, I spent some time tossing out some of his toys that have seen better days and kept his favorites.  Of course, that sparked some interest in what was put back in the box.  He has a mat for scratching that he used to lay on all of the time.  He hasn't been interested in it for months.  I sat down with a brush and got all of the cat hair off of it. and noticed a zipper on the back.  I unzipped it and pulled out a bag of catnip, one I'm assuming has lost it's zip - therefore, the loss of interest in the mat. 

I got up to go get some catnip to refresh it, and came back to find him lying on the mat, (curiosity & cat... what can you say?)  I got out my camera to take a few photos.  I changed it to record when he started chasing his tail.  I've always wanted a video of him chasing his tail, but never could seem to get one.  So, catching that on tape made me happy.  I'll try to get it uploaded soon.

Thanking God every day for the fact that Willy is doing so well.  Believing for many more of those good days.

In public? Seriously?

If I EVER somehow go out of my house and to the store with my dark unmentionables showing through my thin pajama pants that have a big split running down the back, PLEASE tell me and don't just laugh and blog about it while you're standing in the checkout line behind me.

Perfect

Beautiful weather, a screened in back porch, Chris relaxing reading a book, me and Willy on the porch swing... Yep, perfect.

Triggers

Yesterday afternoon, I came home from work to check on Willy.  I ended up taking him back to the office with me.  I wanted to weigh him.  Eight days before, I had taken him to the vet for a weight check, and he was 12.5 lbs.  Yesterday, he weighed in at 12.5 lbs.  I'm so happy that he is maintaining his weight!

He's still eating well, sleeping well, playing, socializing, being affectionate.  By all outward appearances, he looks great.  I think he is doing great.  We're on day 111 now.  I love watching that number go higher.  Things are going well.  I'm really encouraged.  I think the ES Clear is helping a lot.

But, my emotions are still raw underneath the surface, waiting for a trigger.  Last night, I encountered one of those triggers and I couldn't cap the emotions.  We were at the dinner table, and Chris said something that caught me off guard, something about Willy's future.  I almost choked on the bite of food in my mouth, I couldn't get it down.  I tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't.  It wasn't anything he said that I hadn't already thought about myself, so the content of his comment wasn't what upset me.  I think it was that I was caught off guard, there was no prep for the statement.  I couldn't stay at the table.

Willy was in his customary place next to me.  I pull a chair over next to me and feed him small bites of people food as he sits there and waits. (most of the time, patiently, and others, well, not so much)  Always have and will continue to do so as long as I can.  I got up and headed toward the bedroom, grabbing a tissue as I went.  All I wanted was to curl up and cry.  I kept going, the walk in closet was dark, I went it and sat on the floor and just sobbed.  I couldn't stop it.

I was only there a minute when Willy came to join me. He actually got up and left the table with food still sitting on a plate.   He has always had an instinct for my feelings.  He was very adamant about loving on me.  He was purring very loudly and pacing back and forth.  I kept crying.  I didn't want to upset him, but I couldn't stop it.

Chris came back to check on me, he said "I'm sorry Blondie".  I couldn't even convey to him that I wasn't upset with him, or even what he said.  He'd never seen me like that, hiding in the dark on the floor in the closet, bawling my eyes out.  I've never seen me like that.  I was trying to will myself to stop crying.  It wasn't working.

Finally after about 20 minutes, the tears let up some.  My phone rang.  Chris had brought it to me when he came to check on me.  A diversion, a welcome diversion.  It was a dear friend of mine who has been sick.  He is back in the hospital.  He wanted to know if I was okay, all I could say was that I was sad, so sad.  But the diversion worked.  I stopped crying.  After we got off the phone.  I went and laid on the bed, picked up a book and started reading. I was already about 2/3 of the way finished with the book, so it worked pretty well as a diversion too.

Chris came in to check on me again, and curled up behind me.  And we talked for a long time.  I enjoyed lying there with him, putting things in perspective.  Assuring him that I wasn't upset with him.  Willy came to join us.

All was right with my world at that moment in time, lying there with the man I love, and the cat I love.  And, best of all, they love me back.