LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. — As many of you know by now, some of you found out through the Nita Johnson pipeline, I retired at the end of September.
I will miss Carrie, Willie, and all the gang, but I want to retire while I’m well enough to enjoy it. I have osteoarthritis in the large joint in my right thumb. I can still type but I can’t lift anything too heavy.
I’ve also had four of my six cats to become sick one after another. I will now have more time to take better care of them. One cat, who was 13, Little Willie, died on September 7 after spending a little more than two weeks in the hospital. The vets couldn’t find anything wrong except he was losing red blood cells and not producing more. He had never been sick before.
They even gave him a transfusion but that didn’t help for long. I went to visit him in the hospital every two or three days. That Saturday, the 7th, I had gone to visit him and to see if he could come home. He died while I was in the waiting room a few minutes before it was my turn. I never even got to say good-bye.
The same day I took Little Willie home I also took home 5-year-old Flopsy who had been in the hospital for three days. She had been throwing up but the vet couldn’t find anything wrong.
The next cat to get sick was 5-year-old Peanut. She had also been spitting up but, unlike Willie and Flopsy, she was very dehydrated. She also stayed in the hospital for more than two weeks. She has lost some of her kidney function and I have to give her a dose of IV solution every morning and every night. Since her veins are so small. I have to give the solution threw a port the vet inserted under her skin on the back of her neck. I feel like Florence Nightingale. I will have to do this for as long as she lives. The vet said she would not live to be an old cat.