CHRIS BELL: There Was A Light
So when I adopted Ryan Catwood, the nurse met me with a frown slicked across her face. “I found something,” she said. I felt sick.
"I found paperwork saying he was neutered," she continued. "And also paperwork saying she was spayed."
"Is that a problem?" she asked. Fuck no, I said in so many words.
Anyway, I took Ryan home and tried to treat his/her kennel cough. But since he/she would never eat, I could almost never distribute to medicine. He/she was clearly in a lot of pain and distress, wheezing laboriously when trying to breathe through his/her little squished face.
I took Ryan to the vet this afternoon and learned she is a girl — and a purebred Burmese. And it isn’t kennel cough at all, but an upper-respiratory infection. The vet told me if I hadn’t taken her in, it could have turned into a severe lung infection. This is the kind of shit to be careful of with a senior animal. Ryan is 10 and was found outside a thrift shop, taped into a cardboard box with another animal. Her past is still a mystery. I’m relieved I acted quickly.
So like… if shit seems off, if your animal seems freaked out or in pain, don’t wait it out to see if it passes. I almost did, writing off her lack of appetite as stress over a new living situation.
I don’t make much money (writers are broke! I bet you never knew!), but the clinic worked with me to make treatment possible. My heart swelled as the doctor struck charge lines and explained how to administer medication.
After thanking her for the 90th time, Dr. Daniel clapped a palm on my shoulder and bellowed, “Oh honey. No problem. And welcome back to the South.”