Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that?
We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves.
We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
(Percy resting in a basket, notice the shaved back leg / Julie Cook / 2019)
Here’s a brief update regarding our patient.
You may remember that on June 3rd our cat Percy had a joint fusion on his back hock.
He is named Percy for Perseverance…all because since a kitten, he came to us
in dire straights when
we found him he found us
after having been thrown from a moving car.
He was broken, bruised and dying.
But once we went to work…he not only survived, he actually thrived.
There have been some mouth surgeries and teeth issues along the way
but the biggest stumbling block has been this back hock.
We believe this hock business is due to an old injury with his leg…
and because of the injury, he had worn the skin down
on the hock (aka knee) to the tendon…meaning the tendon was exposed.
Months of all sorts of treatments and minor surgeries didn’t help…
so we had to bite the bullet and pay a small fortune to a Veterinary surgical group
over north of Atlanta for a joint fusion surgery.
It meant a 12-week confinement and life in a cast and a cage and a cone.
Well come Monday we will be 9 weeks in.
Two weeks ago they removed the cast.
I realize that up to 6 weeks in a cast leads to atrophy of the leg muscle…and yes things
can smell rather ripe from having been closed up…
but I knew enough to know that I smelled infection.
The Surgeon told me to keep the cone on and let the leg be exposed to air.
Problem was it was oozing and bleeding.
After 3 days home, I called in a bit of a panic, because Percy was in obvious misery and pain
as his foot looked black. Gangrene fears set into my overactive mind.
They told me to see if I could get him to my local vet before driving the
hour and a half it would take to get to their practice.
I took him to our vet.
The doctor told me to put him on the floor so he could watch what he did with the leg.
He held it up and wouldn’t put weight on it.
Plus the vet agreed with me, he too smelled infection.
Following surgery, they had actually done a biopsy on the leg and found that Percy
had a bone infection.
It was a resistant infection to most antibiotics so he had to have a special antibiotic
I had to order from Arizona.
I think he spit out more than I could get in him via the syringe.
Our Vet was betting that Percy had never gotten over the initial infection.
And so now for every day since our first visit back, two weeks now,
Percy has had to go in for a shot.
And in order to give his body a break, they are now rotating with pills.
And thankfully, he is actually now walking using the leg.
The Vet explained that bone infections are difficult to treat therefore the
treatment regime can be lengthy.
He was also a bit concerned by Percy’s depressed appearance.
So despite the surgeon’s demands that he remain coned in a cage the entire 12 weeks,
our vet told me to give him some freedom.
Of which has made a tremendous difference in his demeanor.
Percy has become a bit of a rock star at the Vet’s office as they all great him the
minute we walk through the door.
We don’t sign in and simply head to the available exam room.
All the vets in the practice know Percy and all the vet techs flock in to visit.
Percy is not the typical cat.
I’ve always said he’s more dog-like than cat.
Personable, loving and intuitive.
Rescues are like that.
Our visits are short and sweet, in and out…only for us to return the next day for
His hock is still bleeding so I continue treating it and wrapping it.
He continues to spend each night in the cage with the cone but I try to give
him a break throughout most of the day as long as I am home,
allowing him to lounge on the back deck…
As long he doesn’t insist on chewing on his bandaged leg…which if given any
unobserved time, he would gnaw it off it left to his own devices.
And when I leave the house, it’s back in the cage.
And hence the cone…
At this point, I don’t know if we will ever get the bleeding under control.
And at this rate, I wonder about the infection.
When I walked into the vets that first afternoon, with an infection smelling patient,
I felt an overwhelming sense of desperation and I was in tears.
I practically begged our vet to help us.
As Percy’s mom, I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility for his well being.
I explained to the Vet that had I known what I know now, we never would have had the surgery.
I would have never put him through this misery.
Nor would I have done this to us and what all the rehab is requiring at home.
Problem is that I bet the infection set in while the tendon was exposed.
So we’re living with a catch 22 sort of scenario.
We will head back to see the surgeon in two weeks.
Who will probably x-ray and fuss that I’ve not been diligent with the cage and cone.
But I told this young surgeon during our last visit that if I had to do it all again,
I would have exhausted all other options.
His response was “he’s just a cat, what’s 12 weeks?”
I thought then and there that this guy, Vet surgeon or not, doesn’t ‘get it’…
he’s not just a cat.
He’s more than that.
He’s overcome so much in his 8 years.
And by gosh, I’m not going to let him go backward now.
Just being able to sit with me again in our chair, each evening, wrapped up in a soft throw
has done wonders for his disposition…giving him a small glance of our normal routine.
I don’t care if you are a human or an animal…a regular regime of life goes
a tremendous way toward healing…
Most High, glorious God,
enlighten the darkness of my heart
and give me
and perfect charity,
sense and knowledge,
Lord, that I may carry out
Your holy and true command
That poor baby. Bless you for trying so hard to help him.
As to that so called vet. There no such thing as “Just a cat” A comment like that gets me looking for a new vet. >:-(
Like I told Kathy- surgeons compartmentalize their job whereas I see the current as well as big and long term picture- our local vets have been great
Don’t put this on yourself, my friend. I would be fighting mad at your vet for his words. I believe that a heavy dose of love and cuddling does wonders for our furry friends. Like us, they need TLC when they’re hurting. I also know the connection you have with Percy and your history with him. I will pray for his recovery. God does amazing things when we turn it over to him. Hugs!
Our vets have been great— the surgeon is more compartmentalized I would have hunk— his vision is the metal plate and doing everything that must be done to guarantee its success— but when you’re the care giver you look at the overall well being
Of course you do. Percy is lucky to have you ❤️
Oh Julie, I was hoping that your next Percy update would be about a miraculous healing. What a testament to his strength and ability to survive (and his mom’s endless perseverance) that he’s still with you. I’ll keep praying for him and you Julie.
I am so grateful for the update! I was just wondering the other day about Percy as (for one reason or another) he sneaks into my prayers from time to time when I am praying for another’s healing intention. Especially when I have prayed with John 5: 6-8. May Percy be able to pick up his own mat and walk again soon!~ Hugs to you for the tender care you are giving him.
Thank you dear friend for your prayers for him and us— there are always those very special pets in our lives that seem to transcend the others— I’ve been fortunate to have two— and one of those is Percy!!
Hard to see Percy’s wounds
Prayerfully he’s getting better every day!