My little treasure

It has been said a lot that there are people who come into our lives to make us even better, I tell you that there are also little felines who come into our lives to fill them with peace and love.

Many people have already read my stories about my son's kitty. His name is Coco Meme and he has our last name because my son gave it to him.

My son named him Coco, but I never got involved in the names my son chose for his pets. In this case, it was not the same because I liked the big M that this tabby cat has on his forehead.

So one afternoon my son heard a little cat meowing outside our house in the garden and went to look for it. It should be said that we already have a big cat named Copito who has been with us for 10 years. I always told my son that I didn't want to adopt another cat.

It was different, my son came to my room and told me that a cute kitten is meowing in the garden. I told him that as soon as I got free I would go see him. I did, as soon as I got to my living room my son was already playing with a little cat about 1 or 2 months old. I am not an expert at guessing the age of a kitten.

When I saw my son I knew he had already adopted him. My son was giving him gentle caresses while talking to him very softly. Little Meme looked at me with his beautiful round eyes that resembled the eyes of Puss in Boots from the Disney movie, Shrek.

I had no way to refuse and I asked my son if he wanted to have him at home and with a big smile, he looked at me and said yes... that night my son would sleep with his cat so he wouldn't meow or feel lonely.

And so began our life story with Coco Meme Rodriguez here at home.

He is a very affectionate and very sweet cat, he follows me everywhere. He accompanies me in the garden and is not afraid of water as Copito is.

After he turned one-year-old I took him to a vet to have him neutered so I could control his going out. Because he is not a cat that usually stays at home, he visits other cats but at night he always comes home to sleep.

A few weeks after his neutering we noticed that his back legs had a strange movement. When walking it seems that her knees come together and we thought it was a post-spay reflex but I found nothing in the texts.

Over the days it started to form a space in his abdomen as if he was not eating well. It should be said that he is a spoiled cat to whom we buy a lot of food that he likes. Cat kibble for cats under 1-year-old. Cans of tuna, sardines, and prepared food that he loves.

He was losing his appetite and people were telling me that this was happening because we have spoiled him. So following the recommendations we give him the same food and expect him to eat when he is hungry.

The width of the space in his abdomen continued to grow and his appetite decreased. We took him to the vet who recommended treatment after a physical examination.

The vet only said that he had a slight fever and gave him dewormers as a second dose. Because there he gave him the first dose.

My cat kept getting worse, he didn't eat much and became slow, he didn't run around and his face was very sad. I told the vet that he was still getting worse. He told me to take him back. It was 15 days after the previous visit.

I told him on the phone to please check his ears to see if he had something strange. Because he started scratching a lot.

She ordered a series of blood tests, checked him, and sent him home again. The next day she called me and told me that the cat had a blood parasite that was transmitted by ticks. She sent him the treatment and I started giving it to him.

I asked the vet if he had checked his ears to which he told me there was nothing there, but that was not the truth.

My cat started the treatment and actually within a week he was better but he kept scratching his ears more and more. Then all of a sudden it got worse again.
He had difficulty swallowing. He could no longer eat anything but he kept scratching his ears. I stopped the treatment.

I called the vet again to check his ears again but this time he did. My cat had a big infection in his ears that caused an otitis externa with parasites, fungus, and bacteria. In addition, his throat was very sore so he could not eat or meow loudly.

It was here that I doubted that he had checked my cat in the previous consultation a week ago. I had to stop meme's treatment because my kitty could not swallow. And he missed the blood parasite treatment sequence because I could only do it for 10 days and he still had to complete a few more days.

I completed the treatment as the vet indicated for the ears, one week of treatment and now my cat was no longer scratching his ears but only wanted to drink water. A lot of fatigue, a sad look, and was not walking at all.

It was a big decision that my son and I made. We no longer had any money to spare. The money we had left was only for the purchase of our food for 15 days.
Because the kitten's consultations and medicines are very expensive. So we decided to give our cat this chance to live and used the money from our food for the next consultation and treatment.

I called another vet who thanks God did a better check of his systems. He dewormed him again, checked his ears, and took the blood sample where he confirmed that the blood parasite is still there.

So when he came home from the vet, my son brought him inside the house, but he wanted to be in the garden. He didn't want to look at me and all the time he turned his back on me. And in a while, he disappeared without a trace... My son and I did not sleep that night. Now and then we went out into the garden and around to call him but no, he did not come back.

The next day I was there in my garden, tired of crying so much, asking him not to die alone in the street, and cold, unable to eat. When I was putting water on my plants, he was sitting there watching what I was doing. I let go of the water container and carried him. I called my son and together we hugged him.

We don't know where he went. He could hardly control his body because he would fall when he walked and stumble. He would fall and get up, always with a sad look on his face.

I decided to dedicate myself to his treatment. I liquefied his soups and forced him to take his medicines using syringes. He did not move anymore. When he got up he exhausted his strength and then collapsed to the floor.

He just wanted to be with me, glued to my body. I spent the nights watching over his sleep and as I fell asleep my son would come to check if he was still breathing and moving. Seeing that the Meme was alive my son would go back to his room.

On the third day of treatment, I got him up from my bed. I took him to the garden, at one point he got up staggering and ran out with little strength and wanted to go again but we were able to catch him.

Back to the house and this time I left him near the kitchen where he liked to be. There he stayed for a long time without moving, he spent his energy trying to run away. I left him there and went back to see him from time to time.

When I went out to see how he was, the third time I went out to look for him, he was gone. I looked for him in several places and started to get scared again because I couldn't find him.

I passed by my son's room and there he was, not meowing with his head backward hanging from his body. He tried to climb into my son's bed and got stuck in the bed covered with the sharpness of his nails and couldn't move. He would spend 5 or 10 minutes hanging there. I pulled him out and his body was limp and cold.

I carried him, tucked him in, and called him several times but he did not respond. I know he was alive but without strength. I thought he would die.

I placed him on his sheets on my bed, caressed him while I cried, and said goodbye to him. I thanked him for all the months he brought joy to my life and my son's. He was just limp, breathing but not moving.

I remember once reading that a mother does not have special children because only one child will be more important than the other when it is the child's need.

I remembered when my cat Copito came home almost dead and I had to fight with him to revive him. My Meme was not important to me at that time because he was healthy. Now my most important cat was Meme because he was the one who needed me the most.

I called my son who was already off work and was resting. I told him to say goodbye to Meme who was dying. Then we were two people crying over the body of our beloved Meme. He had yellow ears and yellow sclerae.

I laid him on his bed, on top of the sheets and a dress of mine so he wouldn't feel lonely. I tucked him in and that's how he spent the night, my son and I watch him sleep and us unable to do so. With faith but with a lot of sadness. Waiting for the unpredictable.

I checked the texts looking for the cause of my cat's jaundice and then I read that it is due to liver damage from lack of protein intake. My cat's liver was now affected.

The next day and the fourth day of treatment with the medicines he moved. He raised his head and saw us. As best he could he staggered from the bed I improvised for him to my bed and I knew he wanted to go back to my bed. So I placed him right next to my body and tucked him in.

I continued with the medications, I never stopped them this time. I also continued with the meat in his soup, smoothies. The water he did not drink and his vitamins and antibiotics.

On the fifth day, he got up, walked to the kitchen, and went to his food dish. My son was putting the kibble on Copito and Meme heard him from my room and asked me to get him off the bed. He walked more upright, always staggering with his almost skeletal figure for these many days without eating well. Only maintained by syringes of food for the last 4 days.

What a joy! My son and I hugged, and cried again, seeing our two cats together again. Each eating from their bowls.

Meme, having finished her soup and kibble, approached me. She nuzzled her body against my legs and continued to her litter box. And then he came back to me, he wanted to come back to my bed and for me to hold him close again and so I did.

Today after some time away battling with my cat's needs I wanted to write again. I didn't feel like saying anything. I abandoned all my activities to devote myself to healing my kitty.

It seems unbelievable to me that a small animal can feed a person's heart so much. Still, we are happy that our dear Meme is healing little by little from his ailments.

I hope with all my heart that this treatment will cure him definitively so that he can be a daring, daring, loving, and playful cat again.

December 4th is the beginning of the healing of my dear Coco Meme.

I don't care if he is with me or without me but that he is healthy is what matters to me.

By December 24th my dear Meme is already another cat. He is very recovered, this treatment has had an effect. I will send him for consultation as soon as we can and the vet will tell us what impresses her in her examination.

I am pleased and very encouraged that my kitty has almost regained his weight and his coat is slowly getting nicer, just like before.

I forgot to burn my HBD in December, and there are my dollars waiting for next month. I'm having a hard time exchanging them at Hive, though. The transaction is two days old now, and I'm not getting the Hive to my wallet. I'm afraid I won't be able to power up again this January.