this fuzzerbucketsnugglepuss managed to break her front, left leg a few weeks ago (we're going to call it an arm to personify). we've been monitoring her progress, crating her in the day when we're not home, feeding her super special food to help her bone heal faster, and giving her extra kisses to be safe. they didn't put a cast on it because it wouldn't help based on location and type of break. she needs rest and snuggles.
j was home when it happened, petting conchord in the other room. they both heard a scuffle and conchord was alarmed, which is rare, and went to investigate while j followed. they found her thrashing about on the floor in the middle of the room, kind of near the closet. we have no idea what she could have been up to in there that would cause a broken bone, but she's definitely banished from that room forever! the cats actually kind of hate that room and mraow at us incessantly until we've gone back into the other room... and gotten on the bed... so they can sit on our lap and/or snuggle under the covers. it's our fault for using our living room as the bedroom and our bed as the couch (maybe a long ago promised apartment tour for context is needed!). oh well.
she started completely unable to get up at all. nothing hurt to the touch, but she couldn't bear weight. after about three days, she quickly progressed to being able to prop herself up on her back legs. then she added scooting around on her right arm and butt. now she can hobble-walk around and handle her own business in the litter box.
she was immediately an excellent patient. she allowed us to hold her while she used the litter box, even for pooping. she would ask for help when she needed it, indicating her hunger or need to use the litter box. it was quite easy and ideal, actually. now, she knows that we'll let her out of her crate when we get home in the evenings and after she finishes dinner (she has to eat her dinner in her crate in peace, otherwise conchord shoves his way in front of the bowl), but she seems to understand that she's to spend the day in her crate and is super good about being left there in the mornings. how i got two cats so easily scheduleable, i'll never know. they come and tell us when it's time for bed even!
she'll be back to 100% in no time, but living through the possibility of losing her was the most awful thing i've ever experienced in my entire life!
she and her brother really are my babies, fur and all. when j told me something was wrong with her and that he thought that maybe she'd had a seizure or something, the bubble of panic in my throat was a cauldron boil. when i got home and saw her at least trying to get up even though she was unable, i was optimistic, but terrified. we happened to have to pick up a.j. from the airport that evening (to spend the weekend taking zoot to the vet now), wanted to take her to her vet, and probably couldn't afford emergency vet care anyway.
when the vet was telling us we'd have to crate her for possibly up to a year because her bones needed some work and special food (lesson learned about raw diet for cats, only adult cats!) and that'd be hard on an eleven-month-old kitten who can no longer romp around and play... hinting ever so subtly that we should consider saying goodbye, all i wanted to do was die. we took her home to play the waiting game, to monitor her pain and see how she handled being cared for. when the five-day pain killer should have worn off, she didn't show any signs of pain or distress, she was already trying to walk on it again. the relief after every mile stone is like a punch of endorphins directly to my face.
as i was getting ready for our trip to the vet, i couldn't help but wallow in sorrow over other people being able to take their broken babies to the hospital and having good health insurance to make them all better, no matter what. even the best pet insurance is super shitty and expensive. believe me, i looked before we even got conchord. the savings account is all i have to protect my babies.
the very most luckiest thing on the planet came from my hlp, laura when she came to visit for my birthday last year. that trip to the beach was facilitated by her boyfriend's high school friend's parent's beach house... who also own and operate a veterinary clinic. thanks to her awesomeness and generosity, i was able to afford finding out my baby had a broken arm. even then, it was still almost $300. i can't imagine what it would have cost otherwise.
maybe someday, society will respect a woman's right to choose fur babies over her own womb babies. then maybe i can list my babies as dependents and not have to worry about them breaking arms.