I wrote a little diddy about the love I have for my two furry best friends. I am feeling that love even harder these days as my one little guy Sydney is in need of some very expensive dental work that I can’t afford. Is it an emergency? No. If I leave it will it become and emergency? Sadly yes. So like some things it is better to nip it in the bud before it becomes a, wait for it, CATastrophe…
I feel like being low income/poor and having animals in your life is this catch-22. I mean, when you don’t have access to much but you have these beautiful beasts to love and who love you back, for me, it makes everything so much more manageable. My only job is to love them and take care of them and keep them happy. Sometimes it is hard but it is always worth it.
But then something happens, sickness, an accident, whatever. And I am thrown face first into the guilt of being a “bad” mother because I can’t afford to keep my loves perfectly healthy all the time. A friend of mine recently told me that when her cat needed surgery, the vet said – we can do it for this price ( a lot) but if you can’t pay to have it done, you can euthinize her. WTF! Are these the options present? Either pony up the cash you don’t have or lose your love?
I am grateful to not be in that position right now but I do worry when something like this comes up what I might do.
In this moment in my life I am so lucky to have a community behind me willing to help me out. My friends are helping me make and sell things to raise money for the vet. I have been pretty humbled and amazed at the overwhelming response.
Sydney is sitting beside me, purring and tapping me on the arm which he does when he wants me to stop what I’m doing (typing) and pet him.
Oh! As if like magic Pika, my other love has woken up and come to me on the other side.
It’s cat time folks, my energy is required elsewhere.
xo
ps please check out my poem below
pet love
For letting me hold you in my arms like a child. Wrapped in a crocheted blanket you loved to hide in.
For looking into my eyes, reaching out your arm to touch my leg just so lightly when we first met.
For running, both of you from wherever you are to greet me each time I come home.
On the days when pain or anxiety or depression keep my in bed my pillow wet with tears, you’re always there.
When no one is home and I stay in bed all morning, I’m never alone. You come and press your warm and furry body next to mine and stay there as long as I do.
For keeping all my secrets. For endless conversations even though we might not always understand each other.
For helping me learn to love unconditionally even if you poop on the floor, barf down the side of my white bedspread, scratch me when you’re angry and leave soggy hairballs for me to find.
When we lived next to the train tracks and you ran away. Between sobs I’d imagine you struck and bleeding and the thought made me cry all over again.
When you came home the next morning like you’d just been out for a pack of smokes I remembered that you were fearless. I held you for too long against my damp and swollen face just to make sure it was you.
For coming to me during a panic attack to get me to pet you and use you purring as my calming rhythm.
When you start purring just when I look at you.
For keeping me company even when I think I don’t need it.
For letting me take care of you.
For taking care of me.