Or..... Sonny... Life # 7
On Saturday, all of a sudden, Sonny couldn't walk a straight line. He wobbled all over the place, and if he turned his head while walking, he would completely fall over, and then in a split second, he would right himself. Remember Sonny, the 18 year old, deaf cat, who likes to sleep in weird places. Under the car, in the fruit bowl on my buffet, in the bathroom sink...... Well, he got dramatically worse on Sunday, and every few minutes he would slam down onto the floor and flip back up, then walk a foot, and then falter backwards. My heart broke all weekend, and I slept terribly. He's 18, and has had a wonderful life. His vet appt was set for Monday and I contacted both kids to let them know, that finally, Sonny was going to surpass his lives!!!
Terry volunteered to take him to the vet..... I carried him all around the house this morning, and gave him a final hug and kiss and off I went to work.
I waited for the call, which I expected around 11:15. and it came. Terry said "I am bringing him home". I asked (kind of confused) "Alive?" Terry said yup!!! Apparently this ailment is very common in older cats and he will be fine in about 7 days!!! What a hoot. The doc said he is strong, and bright and will be just fine. When Jill dropped by for a visit, she knew exactly what I was talking about because her dog Chico had it, and was fine after 7 days.
I cannot tell you how happy I was to give him a hug when I got home from work. Even though I was ready to let him go, I am so glad he is sticking around for a bit longer!