Time for an update on our kitty! Thank you to everyone who reached out or listened to me vent about this whole process. It was horrible while we were going through it, but looking back it was so worth it.
It was three long weeks of 2 treatment and isolation and life just not being normal. First she went away for treatment, which was weird because she’s never been boarded before, so I’m not used to being home without her. I thought this was going to be the worst part, but luckily I have two little humans to keep me distracted. E only asked for her a few times, and we were able to distract him pretty quickly.
Then she came home, and we were told to keep her in isolation for two weeks, and definitely keep her away from any children since she was still slightly radioactive. This is when it got bad. She could tell we were on the other side of the door, and so she cried and screamed and scratched at the door for the first 24 hours she was home. Between her and the baby, no one got any sleep that night. It was horrible and ripped my heart apart.
Of course, just when I didn’t think it could get any worse, E asked to see her. Again, he could tell she was on the other side of the door, and didn’t understand why we wouldn’t let him see her. So I thought a visit would be a good idea. We went into the bathroom where she was being kept, and I held him in my arms. Mistake. Big mistake. He wanted to pet her and play with her so badly, that I had to leave the room and of course they both freaked out. The entire two weeks she was in there, he would bang on the door and cry and beg me to open the door. That was fun.
However, the day we let her out almost made it worth it. When he saw her for the first time, he danced and jumped up and down and pointed at her and yelled her name in excitement. He’s been following her around the house ever since. He’s still a little worried she’ll disappear again, and so every time she’s out of sight he gets a little panicky until he finds her again.
We won’t know for sure how she’s doing until 3 months out from treatment when we get repeat blood work done. BUT Tom and I both agree that we can already see a difference. Actually my mom said she noticed a difference in pictures too. She’s definitely gained weight, and you can’t feel her bones anymore. Her coat is glossier too, and she’s not howling or running around the house like crazy any more either. She has also forgiven us for locking her away, and has spent her days making sure she is as close to us as possible. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night with a cat on my head or my neck or under the covers across my chest. She really really wants to be close to us right now.
So fingers crossed that this was worth it. I’m really hoping she’s feeling better, and we can count on a few more good years with her, watching E and G grow up with their kitty.