Green Eyes and Chicken Soup

Green-eyed lady, windswept lady
Moves the night, the waves, the sand
Green-eyed lady, lovely lady
Child of nature, friend of man

Lyrics from “Green-Eyed Lady” by Jerry Corbetta, J.C. Phillips
and David Riordan, sung by Sugarloaf

Samantha’s left eye is back to being a lovely shade of celadon. The gloppy grey and blood-streaked scar tissue covering most of her eye formed after a simple corneal ulcer, resistant to antibiotic eye drop treatments, became infected. The bacteria melted thirty percent of her cornea, which I learned at her first visit to Eye Care Specialists for Animals. My heartbeat quickened when the vet cringed while examining Samantha’s eye. The diagnosis was grave, but the injury was curable with an aggressive treatment plan of two antibiotic eye drops, a healing serum, and one antiviral eye drop four to six times a day for four days, an oral antibiotic twice a day and gabapentin (painkiller) once or twice a day.

Scan reveals ulcer, the green patch, which is where the scar tissue formed.

I told the vet six times a day would be impossible. I work. It takes two people; my guy works. My nerves were already frazzled from a two-month roller coaster of giving eye drops, trips to the vet, her eye slowly healing then regressing. Over a weekend in late April, I found Samantha curled up in the closet and her eye crimson and swollen. She could barely open it. I rushed her to the vet. A different antibiotic and anti-inflammatory/pain killer was prescribed. These did nothing. I got her into the eye care vet later that week.

John and I attempted the first round of eye drops and could only get three of the four into her eye. After each drop we had to wait five minutes before giving the next. The stinging of the drops added to her misery and she let us know with cries and wriggling. I broke down. Through tears I tried to work with thoughts of Samantha facing surgery if I couldn’t administer the treatments. The pressure of needing to be vet tech extraordinaire and witnessing Samantha’s agony was devastating. Then I had an epiphany: Ya gotta know when to fold. That Friday afternoon, I boarded her at Laguna Hills Animal Hospital so their staff could administer the treatments. I learned that I couldn’t do it all, and being a good cat mama means knowing my limitations.

A little loopy on gabapentin.

Samantha adapted to the cone, which she gracefully wore for a month. I took it off for short spells so she could groom.

Samantha has had three follow-up visits, and with each visit, showed progress in healing. At her exam three weeks ago, the eye scan revealed that she was almost fully healed. The rigorous treatment plan was reduced to what John and I can handle; one drop and ointment twice a day. And I learned that the scar tissue would dissolve, but could take several months. Yet, it’s already a shadow of what it was back then. I’m hopeful that Samantha’s July 3rd check up will be the last.

Samantha’s most recent vet visit–she’s clearly feeling better!

Juxtaposed to this trauma was the excitement of seeing my story, “Samantha” in Chicken Soup for the Soul: What I Learned from My Cat, released on May 20th, which can be purchased in bookstores and online. Since the ‘90s, I’ve had several of the books in this award-wining series. Turning to Page 224 of the latest edition about the feline-human bond and seeing the story of how Samantha and I came to be is beyond belief.

And what better way to help heal a weary soul than with a little chicken soup?

 

Bella Brings Unexpected Love

Four years ago, I lost one of my true loves—the love of a furry and tailed kind.   I suppose that all my cats are, and have been true loves, but like certain people, Bella touched me on a soul mate kind of level.Pretty Bella 2

Bella had only been in my life for three years, far from the many years I was expecting to share with her. Over those three years, Bella had worked her way deep into my heart as she opened her guarded soul to me. I adopted her from New Beginnings for Animals and was her third home. When I met her at the PetSmart adoption center, she cautiously came out of her cage and carefully looked up at me.  I knelt down to meet her face to face.  She sniffed my forehead, cheeks and nose, stepped back and sized me up.  The volunteer said that Bella had been there for months, yet never showed interest in anyone, gently urging me to consider this eight year old Persian mix. I had intended to adopt a kitten, but told the volunteer that I would think about Bella. Over the following days, not only did I think about Bella, I could not get her out of my mind. My desire for a kitten was overshadowed by my instant connection with Bella. It seemed that she’d been patiently waiting for me. A week following our introduction, I returned to the adoption center. Bella greeted me again, demonstrated her craze for catnip and I promptly signed adoption papers. This stoic beauty was coming home with me.

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Bella and Cat Nip

Our initial connection grew into a strongly bonded relationship—bonded with love, trust and a lot of humor. I got such a kick out of her. Bella was a dancer trapped in a cat’s body and I was audience to her burlesque routines. Miss Bella would sashay across the hardwood floor, just beyond the coffee table, in front of the T.V. then stop mid strut as if remembering something important, which lead to a dismissive glance over her shoulder before she strutted off the “stage.”   She appeared to be on her tippy toes, and her rubinesque behind swayed purposefully while her fluffy tail would oscillate in sync with her sassy struts. At the end of each act she ended-up on my lap loudly purring and proudly looking up at me with her big round orange eyes. I could see and feel Bella’s contentment—that sense of finally belonging; finally being loved and adored.

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Three Little Kittens

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I still smile when I think about the three years we had together. And four years later, tears still fall when I think of our last day together—Bella snuggling with me, Topper and Lex on my bed for several surreal hours before the vet arrived.IMG_0025

At one point she sat up, stretched and nonchalantly licked her paw, then licked a drop of chamomile tea from my fingertip as if she were perfectly fine. Other than labored breathing and murky eyes she still looked healthy and beautiful. But the cancer had gotten the best of her, and she would have passed on her own within days. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer.

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Dr. Sultzer arrived at 2:30 p.m. on April 30, 2012 to help Bella cross over to the Rainbow Bridge. I held her as she peacefully passed with Topper and Lex by her side.

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In Loving Memory of Miss Bella
June 1, 2001 – April 30, 2012

With Feline Diabetes Comes Discovery

Lexington, my burly Norwegian forest cat mix, who other than suffering allergies has been a spunky, healthy boy, was diagnosed with feline diabetes in December. It seemed to be caught in its early stages, as after about 3 weeks of observing his appetite and water intake increase, I took him to the vet.DSCN2166

Sure enough, his blood sugar in both a serum and urine analysis was around 450. He’d lost a pound since his last vet visit just a month prior. My poor guy was not doing so well, but I learned that with insulin and a high protein, low carb diet, the disease would be manageable, he would be feeling great again, and after research I found that 80% of diabetic cats go into remission. So a few changes were in order—his diet, timely insulin injections and careful monitoring of his behavior.

IMG_1030[1]The vet tech at Laguna Hills Animal Hospital gave me a tutorial in how to give an insulin injection, which is actually pretty darn easy, especially when I catch Lex unaware. As far as the diet goes—this turned out to be a change for the positive. Read and take heed—cats are obligate carnivores, meaning that by necessity, cats (wild and domestic) require a high animal based protein diet, which boils down to—meat. They are genetically hard wired this way. Our pet cats have the same digestive system as their wildcat ancestors. They don’t need rice, wheat, or corn, which can cause digestive upset and cause inflammation, the precursor to many diseases (for humans too!). My first line of action was to go grain-free. Even though my cats have always eaten high quality food, the dry food contained rice or wheat, which they ate a lot of. I learned through research and a talk with Jessica, owner of Coast Pet Supply in Laguna Beach that the best diet for a diabetic cat is a raw meat diet fed twice daily or a high quality meat protein canned food void of carbs. I gave it a whirl and purchased Rad Cat raw food for my Lex and he loves it. To keep costs reasonable, his diet now includes raw food a few days a week, high protein no carb canned food and very small servings of top quality low carb dry food. This adds up to a bit more than what I was typically spending on cat food, but I’m hell-bent on healing Lex and keeping Topper healthy, so I find the extra expense will save me future vet bills and give me peace of mind knowing my cats are eating what is best for them.

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Within a few days of the new regimen of insulin and top-quality food, Lex had more energy and had gone back to being his sassy self. Within a week, my boyfriend Gary and I both realized that Lex’s allergies were GONE! No more incessant scratching, frequent sneezing and coughing, and non-stop teary eye. He has had a few cortisone shots over the years, which would temper the symptoms, but never cure them. I had tried changing his diet, but everything I gave him contained rice or wheat; therefore rendered no positive results; but little did I know. It’s like magic—no grain, no allergies.

Note: grain-free doesn’t always mean low carb as many cat foods include potatoes and other vegetables, which are also carbohydrates. The wet food my cats are now eating by Wild Calling contains meat, organs (such as liver), water and vitamins—no grain or vegetables and its made in the USA—Colorado, and both my cats think it’s delicious (I can tell by the way they gobble it down and beg for more!).

DSCN2172 Lexington’s journey through the healing process will be continued—stay tuned!