We’ve come a very long way.
A very very long way….in 8 short years
If you’re not familiar with how this dear member of our family came to be a part of our family,
here is a link from 2013—two years after he had become ours:
In a nutshell, Percy, short for Perseverance, was thrown from a car,
smacking either a sign or the pavement.
He was a kitten that would fit in the palm of one’s hand.
He had a broken nose.
A broken eye socket.
A smashed mouth full of broken teeth
All of the skin was gone from the left side of his face…
he was covered in maggots and with what I call death flies… all by the time
we had found one another…
or actually by the time he had found us.
Long story short—
Despite there being no guarantee he’d live,
he survived and he thankfully thrived.
Hence his name—Perseverance—Percy for short.
It’s amazing what love can do.
It was not easy in the beginning as he had to have rounds and rounds of strong antibiotics
and multiple surgeries while only being a few weeks old.
Over the years, we’ve had to have a tooth pulled here and there…teeth that were still
broken and would eventually become infected.
There have been some urinary issues so there is a special diet.
And due to a lack of teeth, he is more or less an indoor cat…
with the back deck being his backyard.
Plus, after all we’d been through, keeping him inside was a better option for my nerves…
just as I suspect it has been best for all our birds.
A few months back, one morning I noticed Percy walking with a very pronounced limp.
I took him to the Vet and an x-ray later revealed a torn Achilles tendon in his back left leg.
It would be about a $4000 surgery and we’d have to go to either
Auburn’s or Georgia’s Vet Schools for such a specialized surgery.
I went to Georgia and our Vet went to Auburn…sigh.
Neither the money nor time was not on our side due to my having to help on and off over
in Atlanta with our granddaughter Autumn (aka The Mayor)— so I thought we should
keep him as immobile as possible for as long as possible allowing for rest and healing.
Praying for the best.
Low and behold, the leg did heal…well, at least for the most part.
The tendon would never be the same, but blessedly, he was walking without a limp…
however he was now “flat-footed”—cats jump from the ends of their feet…
think off their tiptoes.
Percy was coming up off what I call his back knee, what the Vet calls ‘the hock.’
He had long worn all the fur off of both his back “knees” to this long-standing issue
with both tendons that we were unaware of…
his left leg is the worst of the two “knees” and it recently began to bleed.
The calloused skin was wearing thin.
It could no longer absorb the shock of jumping and landing.
Add in his fastidious licking to the point of being OCD and
he was licking the wound raw.
Another trip to the Vet.
This time she kept him and proceeded with a mini surgery…
cleaning out the wound while attempting to sew the existing skin together.
He kept the bandage on for a few days before jerking it off.
We went back for it to be re-wrapped.
This has now been an on-going, week after week, ordeal…
all over the course of a month.
I’m now changing out the bandages as he’s pulling and biting them off as
fast as we get them back on.
However last night I noticed something troubling.
We were back at the Vets bright and early.
The skin on “the knee” is gone and the tendon is now exposed.
Ideally, the Vet told me that Percy would need to go to Auburn for a skin graft but
with our waiting on a baby to arrive any minute now, that is not an option.
She knows this and told me she would do another surgery.
She’d pull the skin as tight as she could over “the knee”
while stitching it together with stronger sutures.
She would even put him in a cast if she thought it would help.
She then told me she would need to keep him for about a week if not longer…
keeping him in a cage and as still as possible, allowing the surgery to do its job
without him jumping up and down off that knee.
He hates the Vets.
He shakes, is scared and a nervous wreck.
He usually won’t eat if he’s there.
He loves his mommy as he sits in my lap at every opportunity and
snuggles against my back at night.
I left the office and cried the entire drive home.
Percy is more or less my life here at home.
He has decided that whatever is Autumn’s is in turn naturally his.
I think that any time we “rescue” an animal, an animal that happens into our lives on
a wing and a prayer, they become innately intertwined in our beings.
We care for them as babies and we nurse them back to life…practically willing them to live.
And more often than not they, in turn, thrive, making them some of the best pets
we could ever ask for.
I think they truly know the toll their nurturing back to health takes on our own lives,
psyches and hearts, in turn, they are genuinely grateful.
It may be silly for me to ask, but I am asking anyway…I’m asking for prayers for Percy.
Prayers for Percy’s healing of his knee/hock and also for a sense of peace in his spirit this
week while he’s kept away from home, stuck in a cage in a strange place…way out of his
I’m also asking for prayers for our latest family’s addition to be, baby James.
I pray that he will arrive readily, happy and healthy..and if his mother might add, soon.
Prayers for our daughter-n-law as she prepares to go through this delivery business one more time…
Prayers also for a 14-month old little girl whose neat and tidy little world of
being the single shining light, is about to be turned upside down.
Prayers for mom and dad…and prayers for a worn out grandmother and grandfather!
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”