Cookie Love

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Cookie has Parsley Eyes.

Cookie and I had a wonderful morning on Sunday. Instead of the heavy wind and rain that might have come our way from Hurricane Irene, we had fast-moving majestic clouds with bright sun and deep shadow and capricious breezes that tossed the maple tree branches, sounding like ocean waves.

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No, Cookie, you can't hide behind that blade of grass.

Cookie has accompanied me on mornings when I go outside practically since she’s been with me, but lately we’ve been battling a flea infestation and Cookie’s flea allergy is worse than ever. We’ve got things under control at the moment, but even with all my precautions outdoors to keep flea populations at a minimum, they are still out there and I don’t want Cookie to start her cycle of scratching, pulling fur and general skin irritation at the bite of just one flea. Today, it just seemed right.

I had intended just to hang out for a bit with my cup of coffee so we began on the deck but were soon down the steps and out into the yard, moving easily from the deck to the yard as Cookie explored and I did a little cleaning, transplanting and reorganization. Cookie would occasionally saunter out to the end of the yard and give me a sidelong glance, ready to slip off into her wild area under the trees, but for the most part she supervised what I was doing and downloaded her pee-mail.

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Cookie downloading her "pee-mail".

This year we had a sudden flea infestation in July from boxes I’d carried down from the attic wherein squirrels had nested, leaving behind bazillions of hungry fleas who wasted no time going to work on their new blood source. Cookie’s age and health were a bad combination for my 19-year-old tortie best friend—after nearly a month of treating the house with diatomaceous earth, constant vacuuming and combing and bathing the other cats were holding their own but Cookie was the target of too many fleas and began suffering more than just the skin allergy.

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Cookie's profile.

She would bite viciously at herself, pulling fur out in clumps, trying to scratch the same area she was biting and lacerating her tongue with her hind paw, and sometimes falling off of the table, my desk or a chair in her frenzied effort to get rid of the torture.

Cookie also developed an anemic condition from blood loss from all the bites and would leave blood spots behind wherever she slept. Using Frontline it was pointless to bathe her because it would wash away the effectiveness of the medication, and I could comb her all day and not get rid of enough fleas to make a difference.

We had almost had her heart rate under control with her hyperthyroidism medication but likely the anemia and stress of the situation pushed her heart rate up again, and worst of all she slipped into renal failure.

I used Capstar, an insecticide in a pill, that kills all the adult fleas on the cat within hours. I am horrified to use all these chemicals, especially on Cookie in that condition, but that was what worked to stop her reaction with thankfully no side effects, and the resulting conditions could finally be successfully treated.

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Cookie playing games.

I had a pretty frightening week in late July when, to try to treat all the conditions, I was dosing her with sub-cutaneous fluids twice each day in small doses to not overburden her heart, checking her heart rate regularly and administering double doses of high potency liquid vitamins, getting a few reiki sessions, using flower essences, using everything I had on hand, hoping she’d start to eat more and awake from her lethargy, just look at me like Cookie again, make a Cookie noise, and by the end of the week, she began feeling better.

Still, all through August, she kept wavering back and forth between feeling like her old self and just being a little tired, not as active, and certainly not doing all the Cookie things I’m accustomed to. I had to dose her with fluids now and then, and had to resort to Capstar again as even just one or two fleas could start the reaction again.

So this morning, she wanted to go outside and so did I, her Capstar should take care of fleas today, and I’d learned from years of senior cats that the little walk around the yard in the morning can make for a great day all around, so out we went.

After our initial session I told myself it was time I went inside and “get to work”, but I instead decided to grab my crochet and recorded book and sit on the swing with Cookie for a while. It’s been years since I had the chance to even just sit on my swing for any length of time. Cookie happily napped on my lap while I followed the story and crocheted, listening to the whoosh of the breeze and watching the shadows and sunlight play across the deck and yard.

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A relaxed hour on the deck.

After our relaxation, Cookie and I actually went back out to the yard for a while longer, and when I decided I really did need to go in—one cup of coffee can feel like a gallon if you wait too long—I had to carry Cookie inside at her protest. She hadn’t had her medications yet and she and Kelly needed their lunch, plus, even though it was cool, I’m always concerned about Cookie’s hydration and body temperature at her age.

Even after I carried her upstairs—because she would not go herself, even when I waved the bit of raw venison and the can of food in her face—she worked her way down from the drafting table where she and Kelly eat and wanted out the door of the studio. I opened it thinking she might want to use the litterbox in the bathroom, but she headed directly down the stairs and to the back door, sat down and looked longingly outside.

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Cookie loves her water bowl.

Most of the time, you can trust animals to let you know what they need and I might have decided to go outside with Cookie for a little more time. But their decisions aren’t always the best, and sometimes you have to offer a little direction. Cookie has never liked to be carried so she protested again as we went up the stairs and back into my studio and closed the door and doled out lunch. She ate, then curled up on a blanket I’d put on the table for her, had a bath, and fell asleep. And slept, and slept, and slept. I checked her heart rate and hydration thinking I’d let her be out for too long, trying to decide if I needed to do something, but she gave me the tortie eye and eventually she got up, stretched, had a drink, ate a good bit of canned food, had another bath and went back to sleep.

I’ve continued the full flea assault on the house and all the cats, including using Capstar once a week but on just Cookie and Kelly. The girls have been staying in my studio, which was pretty thoroughly cleaned to begin with because of my renovation and easier to clean than any other room because I set it up that way. It’s been odd for them not to be part of the household most of the time, but once the fleas were under control downstairs, and Cookie was sufficiently strong and recovered enough, it was wonderful to see Cookie coming down the stairs and joining me at my daily tasks again. Best of all, she’s been sleeping next to me again.

But I can see she’s not back to her full self, and she’s compensating quite a bit for the discomfort of these conditions. After consulting regularly with my vet, I have continued the fluids and vitamins daily, and we’ve increased her methimazole which has brought her heart rate down.

For now it seems the renal failure isn’t just a temporary situation, but a chronic condition. I’m not sure if the situation with the fleas caused it, or if she was headed for it anyway as we had discovered in her exam in June, but in any case, to say it makes me very sad is one of my life’s biggest understatements.

I know that Cookie is 19, and I’ve been watching her lose abilities and agility slowly for the past few years. She had a difficult kittenhood, and I’m a little surprised after all her early health issues and physical limitations that she has gotten to be 19 without any problems. She’s never had a lot of strength or flexibility in her hips and hind legs, never been able to run and leap but she’s always improvised in every way she can find, stepping from one thing to another to get onto my desk, the cabinet in the kitchen, my bed, or the washer and dryer, always cheerful and completely ready for whatever comes next.

But even though I knew our time was getting limited, without anything specific I didn’t worry about how much time we had, just a little bit of fooling myself. Now with a chronic, end-of-life condition our time is finite, though that is mutable as well—Peaches lived six months after we began treatment, Stanley lived four years, diagnosed at about age 21.

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Cookie with my Serenity Prayer plaque from the garden—do you think Cookie is trying to tell me something?

At this point, she is still easily tired and her hind legs have less strength than before, wobbling a little more and threatening to take her down sometimes, and she can’t or won’t get up on some things she recently enjoyed, like the kitchen cabinet, her favorite hangout. Unless by some miracle we clear up this condition sufficiently, Cookie won’t be literally getting into things in the kitchen anymore, something she’s done all her life, and I will miss that part of our relationship more than I can say.

She won’t be following me around the house to supervise every little thing I do; I’ll be on my own. That and many, many more thoughts of everyday things…Cookie has always been with me in the house, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, my impish little spirit familiar, my little Cookie-roo, Cookie-flower, Cookie Dough, Cookie Baby…the list goes on.

For now, when I look at her, my Cookie is still there, even if she’s not playing the same little Cookie games as before. And she has even done a few of her sweet interactions with me which she hasn’t done in some time—hopped onto my back and walked around and purred when I leaned over, and sat up on my lap, put her paws on my collar bone, looked me in the eye and given me a precious nose tap. She’s telling me not to worry. I am listening, but I need a little other reassurance as well.

We’ll see the vet again soon for tests and discuss a few other symptoms, see if there is anything else we need to do. I lost Peaches less than a year ago and I lost my mother in January, and I told Cookie I’m just not ready yet, she has to get better, this was just a practice session. But for certain at this point our schedule will change, and just like this wonderful morning out on the deck, every moment will be precious.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 9:27 pm
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    A wonderful writer and artist, you are. The details of the day you shared are so rich and full of love, and as you know…each day is a treasure now and you are trying to make each one a life in it’s own way…those memories will be a true comfort when that saddest of days comes…

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    • August 29, 2011 at 11:06 pm
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      Thanks. With Cookie, it’s easy to treasure each moment–I am the center of her world and we are always together. Every moment I’ve spent in this house while Cookie has been with me, I have a memory of Cookie as a part of it. Thanks for visiting.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 7:47 pm
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    Bernadette –

    My heart aches for you and Cookie – we all have those moments that we will have to confront at one time or another with our beloved pets and it is never easy. I am just so pleased that you and Cookie shared such a special day together and that you now have forever captured it in cherished prose and pictures. Images of you sharing a crochet nap are near and dear to my heart – I have many an afghan in my house that are woven with memories of love, as so many of my kitties, past and present, come to share a warm lap as my crochet hook creates yet another woolen masterpiece.

    Your Cookie is a special girl indeed and the love and bond the two of you share is so beautiful. I wish her many more days filled with health and happiness…

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    • August 29, 2011 at 7:54 pm
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      Deb, Cookie has been my best friend and my lady in waiting from the beginning, and I probably have more photos of her than I do of any of my other cats. Thanks for your kind words.

      And I think there’s a special bond between kitties and crochet specifically and yarn in general–I see so many kitties on the sites of other crocheters! It’s wonderful to know there are others out there enjoying that special bond.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 5:00 pm
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    Oh gosh, now I’m tearing up…having three cats ages 15, 14 and 12, each beginning to show signs of their seniorhood around the edges, I can relate to this post in so many ways.

    Soft kisses and purrs to Cookie…and you, too.

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    • August 29, 2011 at 6:33 pm
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      And you know, it’s getting to be autumn and I always feel a twinge of sadness. It’s good to share this–that way, when our time comes, we know we’re not alone, and I know that Cookie and I have a lot of people out there thinking about us.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 4:39 pm
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    Oh, I’m so sorry to hear this – we just are never ready but you will care for her as only you can and I will keep both of you in my heart.

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    • August 29, 2011 at 6:31 pm
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      Karen, thanks, we’ll appreciate your thoughts. I actually had to write this out in order to accept it.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 1:58 pm
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    A loving & heart-felt post, Bernadette. This stage of the journey is the hardest, as we all know: there are the moments when you think your heart will break — and the moments when it really does — and the moments when that cat you’ve loved so long just looks at you and you know that you are no longer cat and human but souls entwined and that that will last so far beyond physical death, death hasn’t got a chance.

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    • August 29, 2011 at 2:06 pm
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      Tammy, thanks for your beautiful words. Cookie’s feeling much better today and it must be all the well-wishes, but she and I have walked this path with other cats so we know what we’re in for…

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  • August 29, 2011 at 12:31 pm
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    Ingrid said exactly what I was going to say. I had tears running down my face as I read your story. It is soooo hard as we know our babies grow older and older and know that someday we have to face the inevitable. Until then, you have each other to cherish and make more memories. Many blessings to you both. Hugs from me and my babies, Smokey, Bobby and Chrissy (a tortie with tortitude).

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    • August 29, 2011 at 2:05 pm
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      Thanks, Debi–I hate to cause tears, but being able to share the experience truly helps to deal with it. I think Cookie still has lots more photo sessions before we’re done.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 11:32 am
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    Bernadette, Cookie is so sweet (and beautiful!). You are giving her tons of love and excellent care. Your friendship honors both of you.

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    • August 29, 2011 at 11:59 am
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      Susan, she’s been my best friend all along, and she’s given me the best of herself all her life.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 10:36 am
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    I’m right there with you. I’m watching my boy, Bob, slide closer and closer to his last day. It won’t be long, now. He has two cancers, FIV+ and now diabetes from steroids. It’s so painful to see our beloved cats fade away, but it’s what we will all do one day. Knowing it makes it harder. For our cats, I think they’re fine with the process. They live in the moment. They don’t worry about what will come next. I wish we could do that, too. Enjoy what time you have with Cookie and when that time comes, I hope it’s sweet and painless. No more suffering.

    All my best…
    Robin

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    • August 29, 2011 at 11:59 am
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      Robin, I’ve been reading your posts and updates on Bob as well, and I can see him fading more quickly with each photo you’ve posted lately. I wince when I imagine how you must feel watching him every day. This is the hard part, making daily and sometimes momentary decisions on care, but it’s only hard for us–animals never cease to amaze me in what they can endure with grace and dignity, and a little bit of assistance and a lot of love from us. We’re here crying out eyes out and they look at us as if to say, “This is what’s supposed to happen, what are you crying for?”

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  • August 29, 2011 at 9:18 am
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    I have tears in my eyes, Bernadette. What a lovingly written post. That first photo – parsley eyes – is stunning!

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    • August 29, 2011 at 9:42 am
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      She is the perfect model, isn’t she? This is one of the reasons I focus deeply on their beauty; I can look into their eyes and it surpasses any sadness that arises.

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  • August 29, 2011 at 9:09 am
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    What a lovely, but also heartbreaking, post. These final days, weeks or months are so precious, yet so difficult. My heart goes out to you. The photos are absolutely wonderful.

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    • August 29, 2011 at 9:19 am
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      I’ve been watching this change for a while, as you probably figured. Cookie may surprise us, as Stanley did. She’s one Tough Cookie, as I always said about her, though few knew her beginnings. This morning we are well, and we’ll be happy for that.

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