06-10-23 Poor Missy and my worst day
It is amazing that given my life experience, today rates as one of my most traumatic… ever. I had to capture Missy to take her to the vet. She was weeping blood and ooze, crying at her own licking of her sore spot. I picked her up to put her in her carrier but she clawed me in terror and pain. It took over two hours of walking around behind her with a towel, trying to safely get her as she meowed her sorrow at me. I was literally shaking and afraid she would hate me going forward. I finally, out of exasperation threw a fitted sheet over her and swept her up like a fishing net, putting her in a cardboard box,, and off we went. It turned out that her wound was way worse than they thought and there was some pretty serious surgery done. I was to be at the tech/dress rehearsal for Barb so Ashlée kindly took my car and picked her up for me. I brought her home and situated her in the bathroom while I was at Barb’s show and the Drag Show after. It was hard when I let her out in the bathroom as she panicked in the carrier and managed to dislodge her cone. She was still pretty wonky coming out of the anesthesia so I was able to get it back on her. I went to the show, where I was the emcee and it moved me deeply. There was such an honour to introduce a woman who I met at least 30 years ago. We had a reunion here in Cranbrook and her experience with mental illness and society’s response to it really touches me. The show was very well received and it was a joy to have the audience show such love and sing happy birthday to her. After the show I was conflicted as I had been invited to the Drag Show at Shotties. I decided to go and hoped that when I got home I would find.. all well. The show was fun and I had such a good time with Monica and all the super conversations with others. I took my leave during the intermission and came home to find Missy had eaten all her food and drank the water I left for her. I decided to let her out of the bathroom to explore and it is like she is a bit drunk, running into the walls with her cone but she is eating and exploring, so that is good. She meows at me when I say Hi and seems a bit skittish but I am glad I am home tomorrow to be with her. All in all, I am glad this day is done, and although I swore i would never spend that much on an animal, I am glad I was able to throw down the $900 to make her better. I will just have to work more to get it paid off but she is my emotional support and there really was no option. I am happy that she doesn’t seem to hate me but it will be interesting in two weeks to see how I can get her to the vet to get the stitches out!
triumphgal 