Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

When I arrived home today, I had a condolence card in my mailbox from Maggie’s regular vet. Maggie died on Saturday, June 25th. Earlier that week, she had spent all day Tuesday and Wednesday at her regular vet receiving fluids in an attempt to get her Creatinine and BUN levels back within range. Maggie was such a sweet kitty and pretty vocal when she was annoyed (although never aggressive). When she came in that second day (Wednesday) after a night at home, everyone knew her name. “Hi, Maggie!” So when I opened the card and read it, it didn’t feel trite to me. It felt like they meant it:

On the left was a little poem:

I’m usually not one for mushy sentiments, but this really touched me. As I approached my apartment, tears streaming down my face from the card, I dreaded seeing my bed through the window without Maggie waiting there for me. That was her spot, and one of the hardest parts of losing her has been that approach to the apartment. Sometimes, I actually leave the blinds closed now when I leave, since seeing that empty space really guts me. So imagine my surprise when I walked up today and saw this through my tears:

I’ve experienced so much loss this summer, and it’s reminded me again how much I have to appreciate. I’m not religious, but Jeep is my little angel, and I appreciate her so much. She’s finally feeling better after a pretty rough week, and I couldn’t be more relieved.