Our Cat Max

This is Max. It's been a long month for him, starting with a UT infection that progressed to a blocked bladder and five days in the emergency pet hospital, hooked up to IV and catheter. Since he's been home, he had two weeks of twice daily pills forced into him and a major diet change. He's lost about five pounds (that he needed to lose) and he's frisky and happy, but ravenous most of the time. No more dry food ever, it's bad--very bad. We always tried to feed our cats a healthy, natural and organic diet, but apparently it wasn't enough, so we're learning here. When Olivia and I went to pick up his blanket at the hospital yesterday, we soon realized we were sharing the waiting room with a grieving couple--we could hear the choked sobs. Then it registered that the woman was cradling a small dog in her arms. Olivia and I stood there, not wanting to intrude, waiting and waiting for Max's blanket in the unfortunately busy hospital, feeling her sorrow sink into us every second that passed. What to say, except sorry. We're so sorry. And grateful that I was there only to retrieve our beloved pet's blanket. We've been in that sharp grief before, holding our cat moments before he would die, we knew the pain and revisited it again while we listened to the woman's quiet crying. As we left, Olivia and I looked at the couple and said how sorry we were, then we walked out the door, where I burst into tears and sobbed on the way to the car. Max, we're so grateful and happy that you are home, healthy again, please stay healthy.