I had a dream Sunday night that Alfy, one of my two childhood cats, was basking in the ivy under the sun in the big backyard where we grew up together. Her paws were crossed and she looked peaceful and confident. Then she got up and started towards me and all these other cats followed, including Tessie, her sister, who died in 2004 four months after Alfy did. But just as quickly as they started towards me, they banished slowly into the ivy. It was very Field of Dreams-ish, only with deceased cats and not one-time famous baseball players.
I was able to decipher my dream two days later when we received the dreadful news that Kitty, one of our two senior cats, most likely has cancer. “They were coming for her,” I told my husband.
Kitty, one of our senior cats, most likely has cancer.
Kitty was recently diagnosed as being hyperthyroid, but after being on medicine to treat that for a couple of weeks, her symptoms didn’t quite subside. In fact, they recently took a turn for the worse. Jason and I aren’t going to treat it, but we will keep her comfortable. When the time is right, we’ll know, and the doctor will come to our home so Kitty can go bask in the ivy under the sun, and visit me in my dreams with the others…
This makes me so sad. I'm sorry Ree – hopefully Kitty will stay comfy a long while. You did know… ugh.