I’ve been up since 6:00 a.m., which to some may not seem that early. I consider it early when your kid is still asleep, yet you are awake for the day. This morning, my husband found our beloved cat, Matisse, laying in the hallway this morning, unable to move. I picked her up and gave her love and attention, put her in a laundry basket and my husband took her to the vet at 7:00 a.m. — we just couldn’t bear (or risk) trying to put her in her normal cat carrier.
So, now I wait to hear what is wrong with her.
Pets are like people to owners. It’s sad when they are hurt. I know that Matisse won’t be with me forever, she’s 14 after all, but I hope she’s got some more in her.
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What happened to Matisse? Was she okay?
I should have given an update a few months ago … Matisse is doing great. She’s not the same and we don’t really know what happened to her, but she has recovered. I believe that she had a stroke. She still doesn’t walk straight and can’t jump to high surfaces like a table or counter, but she can get up on our bed and the sofa without assistance. So, we are grateful for her continued presence in our life.