A week ago I had to say goodbye to my fur-baby Skimbles.
I understand if you stop reading at that point. I probably would.
Skimbles didn't come home last Thursday night (Thursday week I mean). After two days of waiting, looking, and thinking he was gone for good, Skimbles appeared on the front porch Sunday morning. I was ecstatic, very happy, and very thankful. He looked a bit stiff and slow, but I figured that was due to being outside for two days and three nights, and that once he got inside and warmed up a bit and had something to eat, he'd be fine.
|My helper cat - he helped with quilting, cross stitching, |
blog-writing and playing Ticket To Ride
It turns out he had a tail-pull injury. Apparently it's a relatively common injury in cats - it happens when their tail gets caught or pulled hard as they are moving in the opposite direction - for example they run out in front of a car and the car catches their tail. Sometimes it just dislocates the tail, and sometimes it tears the nerves at the base of the tail. These are the nerves that control the tail, the bladder and the bowel. The reason Skimbles wasn't eating was he had a full bladder/bowel, and the reason he wasn't using the kitty litter was because he didn't have any control/function in that area. You also can't repair the injury.
|Just hanging out|
I'm very glad that he came home Sunday morning, that we got to spend that last Sunday together, and that I moved the mattress onto the floor that night.
|Hanging out with Eevee|
|Skimbles' last photo|