Caution: Not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach :)
Last Friday I picked up Harley and Hazel cats from the Vet, a day after their spaying. Harley and Hazel are two of our barn kitties. We’re taking two at a time for “fixing” purposes.
All seemed well with the little feline girls post-surgery. I was told that Harley’s uterus was nearly disintegrated prior to surgery. The vet seems to think she has given birth to several litters. I brought them home and put them both in a big pet taxi with all their necessities.
During the late afternoon check, I noted something was not right with Harley. Upon further inspection, it appeared that Harley’s insides were indeed *outside*. The incision was completely un-done, and intestines and goodness knows what else, were hanging out. Not good! Thank goodness for Mr. W who helped me through my panic. He literally held Harley together while I called the vet, who said to meet at the clinic as soon as we could get there.
It was unclear what happened. Perhaps she chewed the incision. Perhaps she strained really hard. Nonetheless, amazingly, she did not appear to be in a lot of distress. She was anesthetized upon arrival, then all exposed parts were rinsed off in the clinic sink. Trust me when I say – it was not pretty.
All this time I was thinking maybe what I had taken Harley in for to help her… may have really hurt her. All my fault. All my fault…
The trust I’ve gained with this cat over the past few months has been amazing to me. She has gone from a wild, growling, scared cat to a purring, loving, trusting cat. Completely amazing.
Mr. W assisted with the procedure. He has been in on a lot of vet assists over the years, so this was no big deal to him. I, on the other hand, felt a little queasy and uneasy about it all (and my dream of younger days was to become a veterinarian?). All parts were carefully RE-placed, and Harley was stitched back up. We took her home, along with 5 syringes of antibiotics.
With each day, I saw a stronger Harley. Purring, meowing, walking, bumping up against my leg. I fed her soft food in limited amounts, and still worried about her intestines after their “coming out party.” She seemed like she was recovering, but there was still no evidence that she was digesting her food properly – are ya following me here? ;-)
Tonight, day 5, we gave her the final antibiotic shot, and lo and behold, I found the proof I’d been looking for – the proof that Miss Harley was gonna be okay. It appears all parts are in working order. Praise the Lord for small miracles!
Anything is possible, and we can be reminded of this in even the smallest, most humble ways.
So, amid the hustle and bustle of these last few hours before Christmas, I hope you will find some miracles. Maybe big, maybe small, but may they bless your heart in a big way.