This is a story about my friend Charity. She always has time to talk and she really listens. She is there when I feel defeated and full of despair. Sometimes we sit together without a word between us. Her all knowing eyes let me know that she understands and she cares. At this writing she is just 13, but that is kind of old for a cat.
It was easier when Ashley helped because she wedged the tip of the syringe in front while holding Charity’s muzzle shut so she was in better control. Charity would let Ashley do anything, total love and trust. As I am writing this Charity is in the living room on the back of the big brown chair. She isn’t shaking her head so much now, but we did find out she needed another round of antibiotics because there was in infection present when the vet removed the stitches. Her ear is slightly bent at the top. I understand it will always be like that now.
I still remember the day several years back when I took her to have her fixed. We decided she was getting too old to keep having kittens. We had her fixed in 2005. She had just lost a litter of kittens; she had an infection of her uterus which was totally removed. The day while she was away having surgery seemed like forever. Even though she was Ashley’s cat, I missed her. The next day when I picked her up I was stunned to see how skinny she was. I brought her home and passed along the information that Charity was not to go outside for a while, I think it was 10 days or 2 weeks, I can’t remember, I could be totally wrong. She had also been in heat, which of course cost more.
Besides being a good friend she just seems to know when I’m down. Sometimes I will just stop everything I am doing and go sit, hold her and relax with coffee. Ashley has picked Charity’s favorite song; “I loved you before I met you” by Savage Garden. Ashley often would stroke the kittens from Clarence’s belly area when she was pregnant. Then she would tickle a few areas and say “Wake up!” This would usually get a team response from the womb. Not a happy reaction from Clarence, but yet she kept being friendly toward Ashley.
I can tell Charity is feeling better today. She was all over the kitchen while I was doing dishes earlier today. I’ve always felt in some way that animals make really good friends, sort of like Angels from God. A few years back I was having delusions about seeing and hearing people that weren’t actually there. It started the day I got a ride to work. When I got there, my co-worker realized something was wrong. She asked for the phone number for a family member or friend. I gave her the number for my half-brother Hank. When he got there he agreed to take me to the emergency room.
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