The Dogged Cat


Lexington’s two front legs make a languid stretch out from under his chest; first the left, then the right with his big paws leading the way.  He props himself up into a sphinx-like position, yawning as he awakes from napping on the porch.  He looks at me, blinks, and says “hello” with a raspy meow.  He slowly transitions into a standing position, making it evident that he’s lost muscle mass, and that movement is no longer effortless.  He attempts to walk down the three stairs of the porch, but I pick him up and walk him over to the grass. 

Lexington gingerly walks around the yard sniffing weeds, he gently pushes a tennis ball with his paw all the while vocalizing chirps and meows in various pitches and modulations.  I watch the heart-warming scene, grateful that he’s still here and happy, even though I know certain movements are not comfortable for him.  I help him as much as possible to alleviate extra stress on his little body.  I lift him up onto the sofa, the bed, and transport him from the porch whenever I can.  If it were up to him, he’d do everything by himself despite the discomfort, and at times, pain.  Felines are stoic, like so many animals, when they are suffering.  It’s their genetic connection to their wildcat cousins that mask pain to throw-off predators.

Some days he doesn’t leave the bed and he looks fatigued as he stares off at nothing in particular. I’ve often thought over the past two months that he wouldn’t make it through the summer, but here we are, two weeks past his supposed “time” according to the vet’s prognosis.  Lexington stills enjoying lounging on the porch, exploring the yard, hanging out at the “local watering hole” with Bobcat. 

Recently, he joined a small soiree that I had here at the cottage, warming the hearts of guests as he waltzed onto the patio then sat with friends Michael and Laura while observing the partygoers.

Lexington’s body may have cancer, but his determined spirit isn’t ready to move on  just yet.  

I attribute his relative well being to CBD edibles for cats made by Hempstrax, my doting attention and love, the love of Bobcat, the tranquil environment of our home, and the love, attention and prayers from friends and family.

I thank everyone for your support of my darling Lexington.

XOXO

About CatLadyintheCanyon

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11 Responses to The Dogged Cat

  1. Marilyn Evans says:

    Beautiful!

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  2. Barbara Kaye-May says:

    Sweet Lexie – so happy the CBD is helping – it helps me too. Love the pics of the 2 cats together.

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  3. Catwoods says:

    Awww, what a sweetie he is! I’m so glad the CBD is helping him, as well as the loving care he is getting from you, friends, and Bobcat.

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  4. what a precious baby…. I love these photos, especially the kitty kissing one!

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  5. I’m glad the CBD is helping. He’s such a handsome boy.

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  6. catladymac says:

    Just read this – we are sending purrayers and POTP to Lexington and his best pal and those who love him.

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