"Ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation."-Kahlil Gibran
Elvis is home from his latest round of chemotherapy. Dr. B. said Elvis is doing well, his weight is maintaining, and the swelling around his nose from the cancerous tumors have come down. He is responding well to all his little medical treatments, which is such good news. His chemotherapy is being done ever 4 weeks now, which is a good thing, meaning that for the time being we have successfully gotten his cancer under control. It's good news for now. I asked Dr. B how much time we might have left, but he simply said, "we aren't putting a time limit on things." Vague, but it's his way not to simply give up and expect death. I appreciate that reasoning, but the logical side of me is saying, "it's better to know what to expect, and when to expect it." Still, the advice Dr. B always leaves me with is, "enjoy each other, and the time you spend together. Don't let the word Cancer rob you of the time you spend together." Yeah... I know. :)
Now about the strange bedtime behavior. Dr. B says, Elvis is waking me up in the middle of the night, and following me around, because of separation anxiety. He doesn't want to be away from me, even if it is because it's time for bed. It's so funny, he used to put us to bed at 10:00 pm, every night. As soon as he heard the 10:00 News come on the TV, he would come over to where we were sitting and stare at us, until we turned off the TV and went to bed. If we didn't respond to the staring, he would pace between the bedroom and the living room, and meow. LOL. He has always know what's best for us, and especially me. He loves me.
So, beginning tonight, I will spend about 15 minutes with Elvis, engaged in extra good attention time. I will brush him, and put his powder on, and maybe plan his outfit for the next day. He has been favoring the scarf from his pirate costume lately, he even asked to wear it to the doctor for his cancer treatment. So funny. We get the pet carrier out, and he knows he will be going to see Dr. B and Mary and Donna, and he will tug at what he wants to wear. It has been really chilly here in the Bay Area lately, so a scarf is a wise choice. Seriously, he has very good taste in clothing, and he's practical too. What a cat!
Separation Anxiety In Cats (Peteducation.com)
-OndineMonet
"Mr. Man"
Berkeley, California
August 7th, 2008
Morning
4 comments:
What a cat indeed!! You sound better dear friend. I'm glad about that.
Thinking of you, Alan, and my favorite feline from Cali, Elvis.
Love you,
Connie
hmmm Elvis? a pirate? hmmm.. well, he will always be the pumpkin on your sidebar to me!
Elvis sounds like a cat that you can wrap your heart around, much like the 2 of mine. Especially Heathen ~ I'm facing the reality that one day soon I may have to send him to the Summerland and it really hurts. But for right now his eyes are still bright, he's eating and drinking and he's talking to me so that brings me gladness & thankfulness. Blessings to you 3. Teresa
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Gosh Carly, I just love Elvis!
In a way I think he's sticking up for him to say that because it's not really per say known and I am so glad that you spend so much time with him.
love,nat
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