Our Happy Reunion--Writer's Workshop

We were so relieved to hear that Mr. Moe did not die and that we could have him back.  Our prayers were answered!

Mr. Moe was our very first cat that we adopted from the Parma Animal Shelter. When he first came to live with us, he wouldn’t eat anything. He was eating Max Cat at the shelter, but would not eat it at our house. I lined up a variety of different kinds of cat food for him--a regular buffet, but he just sniffed and left. I thought he just needed some time to adjust to his new home, but it turned out he had fatty liver disease. He didn't eat for a month so was a very sick cat. He moved and played and let us pet him though so we didn't realize how sick he really was. He seemed perfectly normal except he wouldn't eat. We should have taken him to the vet after two days of not eating, but we were new cat owners and did not know any better.

Eventually, after almost four weeks, we took him to the vet at the corner of our street but they did not want to help. I was in constant prayer for Moe that he would eat and be all right.  The vet at the end of our street gave me some food in a tube that I was supposed to squirt into his mouth which Gerard and I both tried unsuccessfully to do. One of us wrapped a towel around him while the other tried opening his mouth and squirting it in. What a joke—Moe always got away with very little in his mouth. We kept on trying two or three times a day with no success. I was desperate and asked the corner vet if we could bring him in for them to do it but they said no. We just lived up the street right across from the place so I asked if someone could come over to our house to do it but they wouldn’t. They just said we should take him back to the shelter.

I called the shelter in tears, and they took him back, assuring us that it wasn’t our fault and that they would try to save him. Their vet, Dr. Hart, took Mr. Moe home with her and force fed him for an entire week. He started eating on his own again. She called us to see if we still wanted him and said once they have that disease and get over it, they seldom get it again.

We were so happy to get Mr. Moe back! Of course we wanted him! We went to Dr. Hart's and I still remember how happy I felt when she drove in with Moe on the seat with her. We'll always be grateful to Dr. Hart for saving his life! The shelter guessed that he was 8 years old when we got him, and he lived with us for another 7 years. We loved him very much and still miss him. He went to the rainbow bridge the last day of 2007.

You can vote for Moe's story in Sparkle's June Shelter Cat contest--there are 24 entries!

This is in response to Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompt:  Write about a happy reunion.

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