Our kids are felines and there are two of them. Mozzle is a blue (grey) Burmese male cat of 12 years, and his woman is a Chocolate (milk chocolate coloured with dark brown points) Burmese cat of 10. They have moved with us everywhere, from Melbourne to Amsterdam, to Brussels and then to Sydney. They were due to arrive in Dubai this week when Mozzle became gravely ill. He is not out of the woods yet but for the first time in a week looks to have a chance at recovery.
I cannot describe what its like for a mother to be on the other side of the world when her kid is critically ill. And believe me, I have all the traditional neuroses and guilt attributable to mothers when it comes to these cats. Particularly when it comes to Mozzle whom we have had since he was a kitten and is an exceptionally intelligent, interactive cat who pretty much rules the household. Although, my husband does outwit the little bugger from time to time when he can be bothered.
So the last 3 days have been some kind of living hell for us… with calls every morning at 6am UAE time to the vet in Australia (4Paws in Neutral Bay, Sydney has been magnificent in their attention to him) and regular updates via email to and from my good friend who took over our flat in Sydney and who is minding them. Yesterday I read something by the famed academic and spiritual leader Halle Berry which was,
If you find yourself in Hell…
keep on going!
So I have been trying to live by that the last 24 hours. I move between crying and feeling like I will cope no matter what happens to him, knowing he has experienced 12 wonderfully happy years with us. Then feeling guilty for feeling like everything is going to be okay when it obviously would not be. Grief is a funny thing
Today we found out he has improved so we are cautiously optimistic. We will call again tomorrow to see if he has managed to maintain his progress or has relapsed.