Melissa Returns: Saving a Traumatized Kitten

 

Overcoming Trauma and Grief at 10 Weeks Old

by Nedda Wittels
Copyright © 2022

Crate with litter box, cave, and food.

Melissa’s safe space.

Melissa arrived at my house around 11 p.m. on Friday, December 10, 2021, after more than 12 hours of travel, most of which was on Amtrak.

She was in a state of physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion and trauma.

She was grieving intensely for her mother, father, siblings, and extended family, who all lived together in a feline community at Indian Spring Cattery in Virginia.

The trip on Amtrak had been noise, jostling, and terrifying to Melissa.

She hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since that morning.  (Kittens typically don’t want to eat or drink when traveling, and to prevent travel sickness, they’re not usually offered food on a one-day trip.)

Melissa was also confused:  she wasn’t sure she had arrived where she was supposed to be!

It was dark in the car on the ride home from New Haven, so I couldn’t see how upset Melissa was.

I inadvertently added to her confusion by asking her what her name was. With her new body and beautiful clear energy, I had supposed that she might have chosen a new name.

I discovered days later that my questions about a name caused Melissa to decide that I didn’t recognize her and that she had had been given to the wrong person.

When she was finally able to talk to me about her name, it was clear that Melissa was the name she wanted, as it would prove to her that I knew who she was.

Cary Hanson, assistant to Dr. Doug Shar who owns Indian Spring Cattery, had brought Melissa to New Haven.  She was in Connecticut visiting family, and generously gave me her phone number in case there were problems.

I am very, very grateful to Cary for all her help that weekend.  We spoke several times, and her assistance was invaluable and critical to a successful turn around for Melissa.

First Things First:  Food, Water, and Electrolytes.

Melissa exploring inside the crate.

Melissa looking at a towel I used to keep the crate door from closing.

Every kitten at 10 weeks of age needs to eat at least 4 times a day and possibly more often that that.

Kittens grow very fast, but their tiny stomachs can’t hold enough food to keep up with their need for nutrition.

It’s best to have bowls of food available for free choice eating 24/7 so they can eat whenever they’re hungry.

Once at my house, I offered Melissa food and water, but she refused everything.

The canned food was exactly what the Indian Spring said they had been feeding the kittens, so it was familiar to her.

I also showed her the litter box, which had the same litter she was familiar with.  Fortunately, she immediately urinated in the litter box.

Then I noticed that Melissa was drooling.  This is a sign of severe distress.  It also meant fluid loss, which wasn’t a good thing since she wasn’t drinking.

Water and Electrolytes by Dropper

When she refused to eat or drink, I immediately started giving her both plain water and electrolytes by dropper.

Melissa clamped her mouth tightly shut and struggled to get out of my strong but gentle hold on her.

I had to force tiny drops of liquid into the side of her mouth – just 2 or 3 drops at a time so she wouldn’t choke on them.

The wet food was pate, and I added a bit of water and electrolytes and tried to get that into her as well, but had little success.  She kept spitting out whatever I managed to get into her mouth.

By Saturday afternoon I was very worried.

Important Products to Help Melissa Relax

I did the best I could to create a peaceful, loving space for her.

Rescue Remedy – I put some directly onto Melissa and misted it around the room.  This seemed to have little to no effect.

Grief Relief (FES brand) flower essence formula – I put some on her paws, face, and body, but it didn’t seem to help, either.

Homeopathic Ignatia 30 C – I gave her a dose of this remedy well known for assisting with trauma and grieving.  This, too, had no observable effect.

Feliway, the feline pheromone spray – On Saturday, I ran out and bought a spray bottle of it since the plugins I had ordered hadn’t arrived.  It’s  supposed to help cats and kittens calm down.  I sprayed some onto a soft, cuddly toy I had bought and put it into the cat cave, encouraging Melissa cuddle up with it.  She refused to have anything to do with it.

Peaceful Music – I began to chant a very peaceful Sanskrit chant that ‘s used in the ashram I go to at mealtimes.  It did seem to quiet her a bit, but she still drooled and refused food.

Gentle, Loving Handling

I cut up a very old, super-soft wash cloth into 4 pieces, using them to gently wash and dry her off.  She enjoyed being rubbed, but continued to drool.

In fact, if anything in the room moved, including me, her drooling would intensify, or if previously stopped for a moment, immediately start up again.

I had a soft brush I had bought that felt like a cat tongue, but Melissa didn’t seem to like it much.  I decided it was probably too harsh for her tender little body.

Melissa didn’t want me to pick her up, didn’t make eye contact, didn’t try to connect with me.  She just lay limply in my arms, and when she did move, would bite or scratch me and try to get away.

Did I think I had a kitten-proof room?

I was keeping Melissa in the crate at night, hoping that would help her feel safe.

During the day, I encouraged her to move around the room – to stretch, to use a scratching post, and to explore her space.  I even hoped she might become interested in a toy or two.

Despite all my careful plans for kitten-proofing the room, Melissa would look for and find places to hide.

I had to keep moving things around to make sure I could find her to try to get food and water into her, and that upset her, too.

Overwhelming Grief and Depression

Whenever I lifted Melissa out of her bed to hold her, feed her, and clean off the drool, I would talk to her.

I told her how happy I was that she had come back.

I told her how much I loved her, and that Starlight and I were very happy to see her in her new, beautiful body.

I told her that I knew I couldn’t replace her real mother – that I wouldn’t even try.  I knew her mother was very special, and that I loved her parents for giving her this new life.

I told her that I would take very good care of her and help her settle in to her new home.

I told her how important is was that she eat and drink on her own.

Melissa wasn’t saying much back to me except an occasional “I want to go home” in the saddest, most grief-stricken little telepathic voice imaginable.

Home was where her parents were, not here.

Melissa’s longing for home – her mother especially – was so intense, so plaintive that I felt like crying myself.

No matter what I did, she refused to be comforted.

I could feel Melissa’s intense grief and sadness.  Because I’m a strong empath, I could also feel Golda, her mother, was very worried about her.  Golda’s energy was all around Melissa trying desperately to comfort and support her.  I telepathically reassured Golda that I was doing all I could for her daughter.

While between incarnations, Melissa had told me she had found the perfect mother – someone who was very warm, loving, and nurturing.  Golda certainly fit the bill.

Melissa longed for the touch of her mother’s tongue, the smell of her mother’s body, and the warmth a kitten feels when piled up with siblings and family.

I felt like I had stolen someone’s child!  How is it we think it’s fine to take 8 or 9 or even 10 or 12-week old babies from healthy mothers just because they’re kittens or puppies and are eating from a bowl instead of a nipple?

How can we justify this?

I had never thought about the emotional impact of it, nor about the loss the parents of these babies must feel.

To see a photo and read a description of Golda, tap or click on this link
Indian Spring Cats: Meet the Parents
and scroll down the page a bit.
To see and read about Choco, Melissa’s father, scroll a bit further.

Starlight’s Experience Had Been Very Different

Starlight shortly after she arrived.

When Starlight came to me in 2012 at 9 weeks of age, she was ready to come – excited to come.

While she missed the large family she had had at Reprise Siamese Cattery, she was thrilled to be back with me.

Starlight was filled with joy and love when she arrived.  She recognized me immediately, ate well, and was playful.  She had never been a cat before, so she was figuring it all out.

Starlight is a very sensitive being, and she got all the attention a baby needed.

I thought I was prepared to take care of Melissa, but I quickly realized that Melissa needed me to be even more attentive and nurturing.

The Danger of Dehydration Had to Be Overcome.

Both dehydration and lack of food cause mental confusion and can lead to death. Dehydration also causes an animal to reject food.

While Melissa didn’t immediately need veterinary care, I was determined to do as much as I could to avoid taking Melissa to an emergency clinic for subcutaneous fluids.  That experience, while helpful physically, would add to her trauma.

Could I get her through this and avoid another car trip, avoid going into a strange place with people she didn’t know and smells and sounds that might frighten her even more?

Every hour or two, day and night, I did my best to get liquid and food into Melissa

I’m very familiar with the symptoms of dehydration in cats because my cat, Violet, had been in renal failure for the last 2 years of her life.  Violet had lived to be nearly 18 without needing subcutaneous fluids, taking several droppers full of electrolytes each day.

To succeed with Melissa, I had to get past her clamped jaw so she would swallow some liquid.

Would it be enough?

When cats become dehydrated, they exhibit some very clear symptoms.  The one I kept closest watch on was the Pinch Test.

  • Normally, when you pinch the skin at the back of a cat’s neck, it should immediately rebound.
  • If it moves slowly back, there is some dehydration.
  • If it doesn’t return to normal, dehydration is severe and this is a RED ALERT situation!  Subcutaneous fluids are needed immediately to avoid death.

The Danger of Not Eating Had to Be Defeated.

Adult cats cannot go without food for more than 3 days without their livers starting to collapse.  I don’t know what the timing is for kittens, but I was very aware of this deadline.  Melissa had eaten before leaving the cattery on Friday morning, and somehow I had to get her to eat on her own.

The cattery had provided specific information about what they had fed the kittens, and I had purchased the canned food, but not the dry food.

When I first spoke with Cary on Saturday, she told me Melissa really liked the dry food, so out I ran to Stop and Shop where they sold it.  Melissa only ate a few pieces.

On Sunday, I was still desperate to get Melissa to eat.  Cary suggested Greek Yogurt.  Back to Stop & Shop I went.  Melissa ate only 2 or 3 licks.

I was still giving electrolytes and water by dropper every hour or two, and I was still putting bits of canned food into her mouth which she was spitting out.

Two things happened on Monday morning that saved Melissa from a trip to a vet clinic.

1- I called the office of Dr. Charles Loops, an experienced homeopathic veterinarian in North Carolina where I was already a client.  I requested and received emergency assistance.

Dr. Loops said to use Ignatia at 1M potency – that the 30C was far too weak.

This had an immediate dramatic effect on Melissa.  It began shifting her out of her state of grief and trauma, and made her more interested in eating and drinking.

Regarding homeopathy:  It’s been my experience that when you give the correct homeopathic remedy, an animal or human will often sleep for a bit as the remedy begins to work.  Melissa went into a relaxed sleep with the very first dose.  When she woke up, she was better than I had seen her since she had arrived and showed actual interest in food and water.

Ignatia 1M became the remedy I used with Melissa over the coming weeks with enormous success.  She continued to improve with each dose.

2- Cary Hansen suggested I offer Melissa raw chicken breast.  I feed raw chicken to my cats anyway, so I plenty on hand.  I just warmed up and pureed some.

Melissa immediately ate some chicken with relish.  This was a big turning point.  I could now add electrolytes directly into the food until she no longer needed them.  Melissa was on the road to recovery at last!

The Miracle That Is Starlight

Starlight grooming.

My feline heroine!

Throughout the weekend and into the following weeks, Starlight was amazing.

I was able to count on her to be supportive and totally cooperative and helpful.

She never minded how much time I was spending with the kitten and how much less time she was having with me.

She never minded that I smelled from another cat, a stranger, who smelled very different from the Melissa she and I had previously known.

She never sat outside the door of Melissa’s room yowling or hissing or carrying on in any way, something some other cats would have done.

She never even tried to get into the room when I delivered bowls of water or anything else to Melissa.  She would be there with me out of feline curiosity, but respected that it wasn’t time for her to meet Melissa.

Starlight has always been a great blessing, a great friend, a terrific companion to me in many lifetimes.  No matter what physical form Starlight has chosen when she’s with me, I have always been able to count on her.  I am enormously grateful.

SUCCESS at last!

By the end of the first week, Melissa was eating and drinking on her own, playing a bit, and exploring her private space.

Melissa playing with a rag toy.

Infinite gratitude and appreciation to:

Karen Nowak and Leslie Russell,
dear friends who supported me through this critical time.

Dr. Doug Shar from Indian Spring Cats,
who provided such an excellent place where Melissa could return.

 Cary Hansen, Dr. Shar’s assistant,
who brought Melissa to me, and whose advice helped me get Melissa to eat and drink.

Golda and Choco, Melissa’s beautiful and loving parents.

Dr. Charles Loops and staff, who responded quickly to my call for help.

My beloved Starlight, who was a complete angel throughout.

Melissa, who bravely reincarnated to be with Starlight and me once again.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.
Look for the next installment coming soon.

Melissa Returns: A Difficult Beginning

 

A New Body.  A New Life Plan.

by Nedda Wittels
Copyright © 2022

Melissa photo from cattery.

Melissa 9 weeks old. Photo by Indian Spring Cattery, VA.

I expected to wait for months and months for Melissa to reincarnate.  In fact, I had asked Melissa to wait until February, 2022.  Being Melissa, she hadn’t said she would do that, but she also didn’t say “no” to my request.  Still, when the email with the photo arrived in early December, I was surprised.

Starlight and I had gotten into a very comfortable rhythm in our life together since Melissa had been euthanized in August, 2021.  Although I wanted Melissa to come back, I was willing to give Starlight as much time as she needed to explore being an only cat.

Then on Tuesday, December 7, 2021, I received an email from Indian Spring Cattery in Virginia.  I had contacted the breeder, Dr. Doug Schar, in early October, explaining that I expected my friend in spirit, Melissa, to return, and that she had told me she had found a breeding female at his cattery that she wanted for a mother.

I also explained I was a professional Animal Communicator, and that I’d recognize her from a photo.  It would be a female kitten, a Tonkinese.

To my amazement, Dr. Schar was completely open to helping me find the returning Melissa, even with his rule about kittens going to people in the order in which they send in a deposit.  He had experienced a feline friend return to him, which made it easier for him to understand my situation.

The circumstances surrounding this kitten were interesting.   She was supposed to go to a family that had suddenly decided to move and couldn’t take her.  Clearly, the Soul or Spirit of Melissa must have had advanced information, otherwise, why take this body if it meant ending up somewhere else?

Human reactions can be complex and complicated.  I took one look at the photo, and burst into tears and sobs.  Clearly my heart had instantly recognized her.  Meanwhile, my mind was telling me this couldn’t possibly be Melissa.  So for the first 24 hours, my mind and my heart were in this strange dance.

Once I accepted my heart’s knowledge as “truth,” I had more challenges to address.  I, myself, couldn’t go to Virginia to pick up the kitten.  Fortunately, there was an unexpected, miraculous solution.

Cary Hanson, Dr. Shar’s assistant, was coming to Connecticut by Amtrak on Friday, December 10, to visit family.  If this was Melissa, all I had to do was to meet them at New Haven’s Amtrak station that Friday evening, and the kitten would be delivered into my arms.

I spent the rest of the week organizing for Melissa’s arrival.  I can’t remember now everything I did, but here are just a few of the things I do recall.

  • Set up the St. Bernard-size dog crate to contain the kitten.
  • Kitten-proof the room — not a small task.
  • Buy everything she needed, especially the food she had been weaned onto, the litter she’d was accustomed to, toys for a baby kitten, and more.
  • I had to make sure that Starlight was going to be OK with the sudden return of Melissa.
  • Find someone to drive me to New Haven on a Friday evening.  I can’t drive safely at night, nor on interstate highways.

I said many prayers that all would come together in Divine Right timing.

I’m very lucky, graced, in fact, to have some amazing friends who were eager to help and who considered a trip to New Haven to get a kitten a fun adventure.

With great excitement we arrived in New Haven with time to spare, and then had to wait several hours due to train delays.  When Cary finally arrived, she climbed into my friends’ car and we moved a kitten from one carrier to another and took care of all the paper work.

It was a 2 hours drive back to my house.  Melissa had been on the road since about 10 a.m. that morning and we got home close to midnight.  She hadn’t eaten or used the litter box since leaving the cattery.

When I took her out of the carrier, I noticed that she was wet.  She was drooling.  She was limp and not very responsive.  Clearly, she was traumatized.

I put her into the litter box, but she just seemed dazed.  Fortunately, she did urinate.

I offered her water and food, but she wouldn’t eat or drink. This was not a good sign.

Holding her and stroking her and speaking softly to her didn’t elicit any reaction.

I placed her into the warm and soft cat cave I had ready for her, and she just lay there, completely limp.

Because I’m a strong emotional empath, I could feel her overwhelming grief, loss, confusion, and terror.

I already had sprayed the room with Rescue Remedy, and I put some on Melissa.  I had ordered Feliway, but it hadn’t yet arrived.

I managed to get a few drops of water into her mouth, despite her jaws being clamped shut.

For the next 3 days, I struggled to get food, water, and electrolytes into a kitten who was completely overwhelmed and who seemed not to recognize me.

Crate with litter box, cave, and food.

Melissa’s safe space.

Infinite gratitude and appreciation to:

Bob and Nishanto Kane,
dear friends drove me to New Haven to get Melissa.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.
Look for the next installment coming soon.

 

Violet Begins Preparations for Departure.

March 28, 2015 by  
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Deathing Is a Natural Process.

Violet in 2013.Violet in 2013.

For about 2 and a half weeks, having announced her decision to move back into spirit, Violet refused to eat anything except pureed raw chicken liver.  This is a highly nutritious food, filled with fat, protein and vitamins.

Violet also agreed to take some of my home-made electrolyte formula.  This provides the potassium salts cats need when drinking unusually large amounts of water.  Any cat in renal failure will be drinking a lot of water, so electrolytes are essential to maintain mineral balance and comfort.

Then, on Wednesday of this week, Violet came out around breakfast time very weak and wobbly.  She refused all food.  We had agreed that I would not force feed her or pester her with constant requests that she eat.  She is in charge of her departure schedule.  So after offering her liver 3 separate times and watching her facial expressing indicate disgust at the very idea of eating, I decided to let go of any need I might have for her to eat.

Violet took over one of the living room chairs and remained there the rest of the day.  She seemed comfortable and didn’t get up for any reason.  I offered her water at various times.  Sometimes she drank; sometimes she didn’t.  I used a small dish with low sides so she didn’t have to sit up to drink.  She had seemed so weak that morning that it seemed even sitting up was difficult.

Every so often, after she drank, I asked about the litter box, but she had no interest.  Once I took her after she said, “no” – the human need for confirmation, I guess – and she just step out of the box and give me a very dirty look.  I carried her back to the chair.

Meditation Cave 2012 - I don't want to disturb Violet.Meditation Cave 2012 –
I don’t want to disturb Violet for a new photo.

That evening, Violet did use the litter box before I returned her to her cat cave for the night where she told me she wanted to sleep.  The cave is on top of a hassock backed up to a wall where there is a baseboard radiator.  The cold weather we’ve been having means the heat is still on and the cave is very cozy.

This is an old picture of the cave.  Right now, the cave top and entrance are covered with a towel and piece of an old wool US Navy blanket remnant.  This keeps the cave dark and warm.

Violet’s lying on a piece of foam designed to support elderly or super-thin animals to prevent bed sores, covered with a very soft, washable fabric that holds body heat.  This is a sumptuous spot for her and her favorite place to meditate over the years.

Now it’s her retreat as she prepares for departure, and that’s where Violet spent Wednesday night.

On Thursday, Violet refused to leave the cat cave.  She continued to reject all ideas of eating.  She continued drinking water and taking her electrolytes by dropper.   When I took her to the litter box, she seemed very weak and wobbly, although she was able to stand while using it.

When a cat goes 3 full days with food, their livers start to break down and after 3 days, recovery is nearly impossible.  Knowing this, and knowing that refusal to eat is a natural part of the preparation for the return trip home into spirit, I assumed that this was it for her food consumption.

Over those two days, each time I checked on her, Violet would be glowing — serene — peaceful.  No sign of any pain or discomfort.  The expression on her face was one of “nobody is here right now.  If you must speak with me, I’ll do my best, but really I don’t want to be disturbed.”  I kept all conversation to a minimum.  “Water?”  “Litter box?”  “Are you doing OK?”  “I love you.”  I also gently pet her briefly, and she would purr when I did that.

Then on Friday morning, as I began making breakfast for Sakhara and Starlight, I turned around to find Violet standing behind me.  She wasn’t at all wobbly after 2 days of fasting.  She was strong and steady and asking for liver. She was using that expression she has when she’s making a demand.

“Liver!” she requested in her imperious feline manner.  Fortunately, I had plenty of it prepared in the freezer, so I warmed some up and she ate a hearty breakfast.

So Friday was an eating day.  She ate several meals, each one smaller than the previous, but overall she consumed quite a bit of liver.

So it seems that each morning will be different.  This morning, Saturday, Violet showed up again in the kitchen requesting food, but she ate only a taste of liver and then drank water and retreated to her cave.

Clearly this process is not straightforward.  Violet take the lead and I follow as best I can.  Starlight and Sakhara, her companions and friends, visit with her from time to time.  Sometimes they groom her a bit.  Sometimes they sleep with her.  Mostly they let her be.

I asked Violet this morning if she can describe what’s going on for her.

Violet replied:

I was floating around those days [when I wasn’t eating].  I was in the spirit world.  I’m very familiar with it, as you know.

This time, I was talking to my guides about releasing my body.  They check in with me now and then to see how I’m doing.

I’m totally fine.  This is all as it should be.

Thank you for respecting my requests.  This isn’t like the last [life] time, when I needed you to nurse me.  This is better.

I’m doing my best to honor Violet’s wishes in all things.  This isn’t about fighting with her to get her to do what I want. This isn’t about trying to keep her here longer for my ego or personal needs.  This is about Violet ending her life as she chooses to do so.

And while I’m sad at time, I also feel peaceful about this process.  It’s a miracle to watch it unfold so beautifully and naturally.  Violet, as all my animal friends, is teaching me.  It’s a great gift.

* * * * *

If you have an elderly animal preparing for his or her journey home, please know that each one’s process is unique.  While there are, of course, some general patterns, each animal will have his or her own preferences.  Sometimes those preferences will align with yours, but other times the animal may want to teach you about other ways to do things than what you might find easy or comfortable.  If you can be open to what they want to teach you, the opportunities for personal growth are enormous.  If you’re not open, that’s OK too.  There is no judgment here about what is “right” or “wrong.”  There is only love and compassion for all.

As a professional Animal Communicator, I often speak with elderly animals to help them communicate their choices to their human family members.  It’s an honor to do this.  Please do call on me when you’d like assistance with this type of situation.

Namaste,
Nedda

Turning Point Verified

March 12, 2015 by  
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A visit to the veterinarian …

Our Beloved VeterinarianDr. Atz, Our Excellent  Veterinarian

brings confirmation.

Dr. Josh Atz from Manchester Veterinary Clinic, is a kind, gentle, very grounded person whom my cats and I respect and trust.

Yesterday, Violet, Sakhara, and I went for our usual 6-month visit.  We go every 6 months because Dr. Atz can clean tartar off their teeth without tranquilizers or anesthesia.

Dr. Atz is a good listener, too, and I very much appreciate and respect that he will accept me as an Animal Communicator and what my cats communicate telepathically as something real.  He’s also not opposed to raw food diets and using other alternative veterinary medicine for my animals.

It was a long visit yesterday.   Both felines are over 15 years old and have health considerations that needed to be addressed.  I wanted blood and urine samples taken from each cat, and that took time.

As I mentioned in a previous post called Turning Point, Violet announced recently that she is getting ready to leave the physical plane and I had sensed that her kidney function was failing.  I had promised Violet that I wouldn’t take any extreme measures.  I told her I want her to be comfortable, so she may need to take some things that would not be her first choice.  She agreed, although I’m certain I will have to ask each and every time I want to do something for her and remind her of her agreement.

Violet, the SupervisorViolet, my personal Supervisor.

So with the veterinary appointment coming up, I requested that she be willing to have blood taken.  Although Violet agreed to do this, it was very difficult for her and she resisted allowing the blood to flow for awhile.  Her Siamese temperament expressed itself with sounds that were not quite growls with a wide range of intonation.  I wish I had a recording, as it was quite interesting to hear.

Eventually, we got the blood sample, and today I got the results of the tests.  Violet’s kidneys are well down the road to failure.

Violet doesn’t want pills and will take liquid only if it tastes good.  I’m going to see if she’ll eat some potassium salt in her raw pureed chicken liver, which is, for now, about all she wants to eat.

The wonderful Standard Process Feline Renal Support supplement that has been keeping Sakhara’s kidney’s going for 2 years now doesn’t appeal to her.  I might try grinding one up and mixing it with the liver, but you can’t fool a sensitive cat’s nose and palate.  Still, it will be worth a try.  Thankfully, liver has a strong smell and flavor.

[I can already hear Violet in my head giving me the oh-so-superior attitude of “I won’t eat that … you’re wasting your time … and the pill!”]

Well, if she won’t eat it, I suspect Sakhara will enjoy it!

[I can already hear Sakhara in my head licking her lips, although she thinks the Feline Renal Support is treat all on it’s own.]

Violet and I have a continuous telepathic connection, so there are no secrets between us.  She always knows when I’m thinking about her and exactly what I’m thinking.   Sakhara is good at this, too.

As for me, well, right now, I’m struggling with my personal need to “fix” things.  I truly want to stop doing that, as spiritually speaking, it’s a very intrusive and invasive and disrespectful way to be with others.  I want to honor Violet’s choices, but (perhaps I’m rationalizing), how does she know what her choices are if I don’t offer her something and let her decide?

[Violet is smiling as I write this, the inscrutable Siamese all-knowing smile.  I think I’m doomed!]

So while I’m delighted to have external verification of my psychic insights and telepathic conversations with Violet, I’m sad, too.

Any time an animal let’s you know they are preparing to depart, it turns on the grief immediately.  I’m well aware of the stages of grieving, and the more I speak to friends about this, the more it helps me get through the denial stage.  I think there may be some subtle parts of me that are trying to say this isn’t happening, but overall, I know it is.

Thanks for listening.

Turning Point

February 22, 2015 by  
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Violet Is Planning to Leave Soon.

It's time to go home.
“It’s time to go home.”

When I got my first horse, I learned the important of observing animals and noticing their behaviors, and particularly any changes in them over time.  These can be important signals of shifts in physical and emotional health.

Last August, I observed Violet drinking water.  Since my cats eat a totally raw food diet, it’s very unusual for them to drink much water, although the water bowls are always available.  Still, it was August and rather hot, so I just made a mental note of this and carried on with life.

All fall and into the winter, Violet continued to drink at the water bowl every day.  A few months ago, a chronic constipation issue became worse, and I tried every natural approach I could discover to shift it, but still nothing seemed to work.  Her overall food consumption was down, too.

Finally, we did some AAT (Advanced Allergy Therapeutics) and cleared up a serious allergy in just one session.   This made Violet more comfortable when petted and her energy seemed better, but the underlying issues and behaviors were unchanged.

TAKING THE PLUNGE:  SPEAKING OUT LOUD.

It was during a vet visit to check her anal glands that I finally put voice to my suspicion that Violet’s kidneys are in the process of shutting down.  Saying this out loud helped me shift into a place of acceptance.

Although the veterinarian would not officially diagnose anything without a blood test, the symptoms were clearly pointing to kidneys shutting down.  Violet had lost weight, was drinking more and more water, and was eating less.  Even the constipation issue could be related to the change in kidney function.

Violet hates giving blood.  Furthermore, I have learned that I can usually trust my instincts – intuition – telepathic communication – psychic connection – when it comes to Violet.  So we didn’t do a blood test that day.  Maybe down the road, but not yet.

For now, well, I’m really not sure it would make much difference.  Violet will be 16 this coming August.  She’s the most strong-minded cat I’ve ever known.  So when the vet started suggesting things we could do to assist her kidneys, Violet glared at me with her powerful eyes.

All ideas suggested by the vet were firmly rejected by Violet.  She doesn’t want drugs.  She doesn’t want subcutaneous fluids.  She isn’t even willing to eat 1 little herbal supplement (Standard Process’s Feline Renal Support).

Beautiful Sakhara.

Beautiful Sakhara.

Sakhara, Violet’s lifelong friend and companion who is 17 or so, also is in renal failure.   Due to the herbal supplement, her barely functioning kidneys have been going strong for 2 years now.  Sakhara eats the herbal pill as if it were a treat.

So there in the vet’s office I looked into Violet’s lovely eyes, and asked, “Are you getting ready to leave?”

“Yes,” she replied, without any hesitation at all.  “I’m preparing.  I don’t want you to fuss over me.  I don’t want to take anything to slow or interfere in my path.”

Her request was so firm, so gentle, so clear.  How could I reject it?

So I agreed.  And once I agreed, I felt sad, but also a deep inner certainty that this was the best thing to do for Violet and for myself.

And once I agreed, Violet gave a big sigh of relief and totally relaxed.  She became radiant and serene.  She began to glow even more strongly.  Even the veterinarian could see the change come over her.

The first step in the grieving process is denial, and I guess I’ve completed that step.

HELPING VIOLET PREPARE

To assist her on her chosen path, Violet has agreed to this dietary plan:

  1. She can have whatever she wants to eat and as much as she wants.  For now this seems to be mostly pureed raw chicken liver spread over the top of her serving of whatever the other cats are getting as their main muscle meat.
  2. She will take two tiny pills to help her bowels keep functioning.  (Psyllium for bulk, and l-carnitine, which was recommended by the veterinarian.)
  3. She will take by dropper extra fats (Salmon Oil + the cat oil blend I make from Cod Liver Oil, Borage Oil, Olive Oil, and vitamin E).
  4. To assist with maintaining electrolyte balance, she takes a home-made electrolyte solution made with raw honey, sea salt, and potassium salt.
  5. To prevent kidney infection, she’s also getting some D-Mannose in the electrolyte solution.

This is quite a lot of “stuff” for Violet to be willing to take by dropper and in capsule form.  I suspect it’s because she knows that these things are for her comfort and not to prolong her stay that she’s not giving me a hard time.  She’s being extraordinarily cooperative.

Violet is still going strong, although continuing to lose weight.  Her bowels seem to be functioning a bit better, and she’s totally contented as long as her cat cave is warm enough.  She even comes out to eat and to drink and to sit in my lap all on her own.  She still goes up and down the stairs and at times will come to bed with me.

Saying goodbye is a process that can take months and months.  That’s OK.  I’m in no hurry.  And Violet remains serene and contented, purring when I pet her or stick my head into her cave to see how she’s doing.

Violet's Meditation Cave.
Violet’s warm and cozy cave!

 

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