The most important thing I own is my cat Moki, I have had him for six years, he was abused for seven years prior to me owning him. I have spent time and patience re-training him, but he is still easily stressed, but he brings me so much happiness. He is a big boy, a strong boy, and he has never scratched or bitten me, but lately I notice he can’t jump on the bed. I know something is wrong with my Baby, and I take the feet off the bed so he can get up on his own, I change the window he uses to go outside, and I observe him for a few days. He is eating and drinking, can run down the stairs, jump off the bed, but has trouble walking upstairs and jumping up on the bed.
I finally decide to make the vet appointment after a few days as he was still having difficulty, as soon as I make the appointment, I head upstairs, and in his true boyish way, Moki sprints past me on the stairs like nothings wrong. Yip that would be right I think to myself, but inwardly I am delighted for the improvement. I still had to help him on the bed, so keep the appointment anyway.
Vet appointments are always hard for me, it is stressful to know that the pet you love is going to be scared and stressed from this visit, but it is necessary for him. I complete a nightshift, come home, toilet, fed, play and cuddle my bundle of fluff, and then it’s time. I begin to fell nervous, I stand his cage upright, I pick Moki up and lower his back feet into the cage, he fights me, wriggling like a fish out of water, but in the end, momentum wins and I get him in. He was so very brave in the car, he had a little bit to say, but not too bad.
At the vets, he is bought out of his cage, he is scared, he doesn’t know the vet, and wonders why his teeth are being picked at, and why his legs have to be pulled. He doesn’t strike out, but he wriggles like a worm and the vet is amazed at how strong he is. The vet reaches for the thermometer, Moki sees this coming and he isn’t at all happy with the prospect of this being poked up the pie hole. My Boy won that round, the Vet decides it is causing him too much stress so he won’t proceed, I am happy my Boy has spunk. After much poking, prodding, squeezing, listening, it is established, my little lad has hurt his back, the fourth vertebra up from his tail. I am relieved he isn’t internally sick, doesn’t need an operation and I can take him home with treatment I can do.
The ride home was very different, Moki in no uncertain terms let me know how unhappy he was, and boy did he have a lot to say. I got him home, ring a friend that had been waiting to see how he was, and within mins Moki had been sick x4. This was totally stress, he bought up all his meds.
I clean up, then scoop him up, and take him to bed with me as I had been up all night at work. I wake in the afternoon, and as I make my cups of coffee and are waking up, I let Moki go outside for the bathroom. He comes back when he is ready, and I shut up the house and close all the downstairs windows and start to run a bath. Before I hop in the bath, I decide to check on him, BUT, where is he? I start looking in all the rooms, in all the places he can hide, I ran up and down the stairs, I am panicking inside, I want to cry, I can’t find him anywhere. I call outside even though I know he was inside, I run from room to room again, I am aware I am hurting my knee on the stairs, but I must find my Moki. I can’t though, I am devastated, upset, spent and can’t work out what happened. I have a five min bath, get dressed, and start the process again; I look in places I have already looked, as if by magic he will be there this time. I open the doors, front and back, and in he walks. In between telling him off and picking him up and kissing him, I figure out, he had jumped from the second story bathroom window before I closed it for my bath. For a cat that can’t jump up, he sure can find his way down. I text my friend and tell her Moki really upset me, and I don’t want to go to work, I want to stay home and be with him, the upset feelings hit me hard, I wasn’t prepared for them, I feel them in there rawness, and I can’t shake it off.
I however head out to work, I am still texting my friend, telling her I am in a world of pain tonight, my knee is so sore, my tummy and back hurt, and I just want to go home. I say goodnight to her as I am walking towards work, its 2130hrs, it’s dark and as I turn the last bend before reaching work, I see someone lying on the grass near the stream that runs past work. I immediately thought of a colleague I had found in that position that I had to gave CPR to, I didn’t want to ever have to go through that again, but I can’t just leave him there. He was down a small bank, trees surround the area and I assessed my danger, and didn't want to check him on my own. (I feared it could be someone pretending to be hurt, and they may want to grab the person that goes to assist.) I went to a neighbouring house, (he was scared to open the door at first), and asked him to call an ambulance and come with me to check him. We took the phone with us, and checked, thank goodness he was breathing, I woke him up, but he was so off his face he wasn't making sense apart from the f&^k off words, they came clearly. He stood up to walk, and promptly fell down, out to it again. I stayed till the ambulance came, waking him at times to check responses. He was just as unco-operative with ambo, and they were putting a call through to the cops as I was leaving.
May this coming day be so much less stressful, a day off to be with my Moki will be good medicine I think! Sometimes it really is the little things that hit hard, I can cope with big stuff, I expect that, the little stuff, I don’t see coming, can throw me for a six. 
Tell me, how was your day?