Limits

Sometimes in life you reach your limit. And sometimes, you have to figure out what that limit is, exactly. And it is not always easy.

Today we have to go pick up Opus from the vet. She’s making baby steps at getting better. More honestly, she’s struggling back from the brink. She’s put on some weight, and her fever is gone, and her abdomen is no longer sore. But more disturbingly, she’s still got diarrhea, which anti-diarrheal meds are not helping much with. She still has trouble eating without anti-nausea meds. Our wonderful vet Dr. Germain (who works alongside the equally wonderful Dr. Maggs, who is on vacation this week) still feels an unusual mass in her abdomen, that may or may not just be swelling from the pancreatitis. And most disturbingly of all, the last Xray showed what may or may not be cancer in her abdomen. And the frustrating thing is, without cutting her open to do exploratory surgery, we can’t know for sure. But the brilliant Dr. Germain, who has been bang-on in her gut feeling all the way along about Opus’ gut, is worried that it might be cancer. It’s been agonizing for her, trying to fix Opus, whom she loves and cares for like she was her own. It’s been agonizing for us.

So our plan of action is this: first we show up, then we see what happens. First we bring Opus home, and we medicate her and feed her and love her and hope that she pulls through and that it is just a long, slow recovery from pancreatitis. But if we bring her home, and she begins to deteriorate, we have decided that we will have to make the call, and say goodbye to Opus. We will have Dr. Germain come over to the house with one of the techs, and they will give her her last shot here, at home, happy and in the arms of the people who love her best. It’s a peaceful end. It’s all I ever wanted out of all this medical stuff — if I cannot make her healthy and whole, then I want her to not suffer, and I want her end to be peaceful, with love.

The hard part is, we make this decision partly out of necessity. We have just reached our limit financially. We are out of money. It has been so expensive and we just cannot do any more. And that hurts. If we could, we’d move heaven and earth to ensure that she has the best medical care possible (which she does right now) for as long as is required (which is where we fall short). We simply have no more money. But another thing we’ve considered is that we just have to set that limit for Opus. How much more indignity and discomfort do we put her through? She’s so old, even putting an IV in her little old lady veins is a struggle. She has a heart murmur. She’s too old for surgery. She’s sick and she’s got the runs and she can’t groom herself. She’s shaved all over in patches, like she lost a fight with a razor. It’s heartbreaking to see her. And despite all this, when she sees us, she purrs and chirps and loves us up. That bright, funny, scrappy little girl is still in there. But we cannot keep her in the hospital indefinitely; it isn’t fair. We want her home.

So we reached our limit. And in the next few days, it may be that she decides that she has reached her limit too. And if that time comes, I know my heart will shatter like cheap glass, and losing Opus will test this human heart’s capacity for grief and loss. But that too will have a limit, and with time, will heal.

But who knows what the next few days will bring. We will bring her home, and love her as much as we can. We’ll take pictures and video and press her little pawprints in plaster to save. We will hope, and we will pray, and we will wait. It is all we can do.

And then, downstairs in a cage, is Cinnamon. BDH’s baby girl. Our little orange ‘fraidy cat, our sweet girl who never causes us a lick of trouble. She’s got diarrhea. She’s lethargic and won’t eat. And so she, too, must go in to see Dr. Germain. Somewhere we must find a little more cash to take care of another sick girl. Somehow we must redefine our limits. But hopefully, this will be a clue to what is causing Opus to be sick, and we can get both of them fixed up. In the meantime, we worry.

I remember the days when time seemed limitless, when our energy was limitless, when our resources, while not exactly limitless, were certainly better. And I wonder if we’ll ever get to that point again.

6 thoughts on “Limits

  1. I am so sorry to hear about Opus.
    This has been such a difficult time for you and now having this added to your plate.
    It’s so hard to watch your little friend go through any type of sickness, but when the outcome is so uncertain, it’s just that much harder.
    I remember a very kind, fabulous, brilliant person (who shall remain nameless) once told me when I was going through a similar situation, that she (Tessie) knows you are doing everything you can for her and all she wants right now is for her to love and cuddle her.
    Opus knows you have given her a great life and done more for her than most cat owners would have done for their cats. Most people would have given up on her when she was that little sick kitten. But not you!
    I know you will enjoy the time you have left with Opus and she will appreciate the time too.
    All of you are in my thoughts and prayers.
    If you need anything, please don’t hesitate…just ask.
    Love and hugs! Heather

  2. Well, you know how much I care about the girls and how worried I am for you.
    And, we’ve talked so you know that I know you’ll make the right decisions for Bubby.

    But, I know your heart is breaking and I feel helpless to do anything that will make it better. Bubby is so special and she’s been there for you for so long. I know that you have it within you to do what needs to be done if the time comes.

    I’m always here for you. We care about our Canadian family a lot and I really wish I had the resources to do for Bubby what needs to be done. If I had it – it would be yours. ‘Cause that’s what family does.

    Hug the Bubby when you see her today for me. Tell her I’m thinking of her and I want her to get better – NOW. Tell her if she gets better soon I’ll buy her a lovely treat.

  3. Thanks. It means a lot.

    And, fortunately, Dr. Germain speaks/is French, so I told her to try to appeal to Bubby’s stubborn Quebecois side. 🙂

  4. Autumn and Maddie send special get well hugs and cuddles to our special Opus. Our thoughts are with you all. P.S. give special hugs to Cinnamon and Lucy too.

  5. Thanks Sherri! I’ll do that. Right now I am curled up on the bed with Opus, who is so very happy to be home… and sleeping on a heating pad to keep her shaved belly warm! Cinnamon had a rough time at the vet, and she is none too happy. She’s hiding out at the moment, after being given her very first pill (and hating every second of it). As long as the pills work and we can get this problem solved, I can put up with Cinnamon being mad at me!

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