While at my parents’, my mom’s dog ended up having to go to the vet to get a toe amputated. This just happens to be the same vet’s office where I surrendered Pookie’s sister. When we stopped by for an update on the dog’s condition (Mom had been told they would call when they’d finished the exam), we got to talk to the vet. Guess what? It’s the same vet that has Pookie’s sister, Bonnie.
At first she didn’t recognize me, then she remembered. One of the first things she said was that Bonnie’s doing great and I could take her back if I wanted to.
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Apparently, she eats everything, she’s not on any meds, she’s very affectionate (I knew that, in fact I called her “Sweetie Girl” more than Bonnie, which was short for Ebony) and sleeps with the vet’s mother at night. The dogs are all afraid of her except a pit bull that will lick her head. She’s the only female cat and is a “tomboy” (which makes sense, as she lived with Pookie for the first 7 years of her life). She is also overweight, though supposedly the vet doesn’t feed dry.
I asked about her food allergies, which was when she told me that Bonnie eats everything. I also asked about the seizure that she’d had about a month after I gave her up, and the vet’s response was something like “it was just one of those things.”
I’m confused as to how a cat that couldn’t tolerate any food by the time I gave her up, and had a seizure that rendered her blind and unable to walk so that she was literally within an hour of being sent to the Bridge, can now be eating anything and doing so well. I would really like to know what was wrong (or what I was doing wrong) but I understand that I probably never will. I just have to be content with knowing that she’s able to eat (and keep it down), and she’s not on any meds.
I have to say, though, it threw me when she said I could take her back if I wanted. For the record, as much as I love and miss her, I wouldn’t take her from a place where she’s doing well and (at least where the mother is concerned) cared for, esp. not knowing what was going on while she was with me. I also wouldn’t want to take her away from the vet’s mother, assuming that she’s attached to Bonnie (even if the vet isn’t). And if, heaven forbid, she ever had another seizure, she’s with someone who’s better able to help her than I am. Plus, I don’t have the time or energy to reintroduce her to Pookie, and I think he’s gotten spoiled having me all to himself.