day 3 of our homeopathic hail mary for Finn and
we are holding even as far as I can see from out here.
I have journeyed to explore in there, and the innerspace is respectfully held off limits, and so I stay, out here, witnessing only what I can witness
which is stasis.
now that I type that, I realize that is not the case. There is moment by moment motion– my waves of hopefulness and despair. He eats a bit and then does not eat again for hours. then eats again. he is moving morning and night but then, during the day, does his best impression of a sick cat who is very, very sick.
The new-to-me vet said that his numbers mean he should be much sicker.
Since he’s not sicker, well.., maybe his numbers are not telling the whole story.
HEAR ME SELF: the measurables, the quantifiables, do not tell the whole story.
so, we are doing *something*– homeopathy for nausea and organ support and detox and circulation. Kidney function supplement. Reiki.
I have turned into a frustrated pesterer. This reminds me of watching my daughter sleep as a baby, I would panic between breaths.
I have started to call Finn by my last cat’s name, as he has aged 10 years in one month. Now he walks and moves and looks like Paco. He seems ancient.
But today, a purr (he is not a purring cat). A tiny vibration in there when I was scratching his neck.
And when he is up and about, I pick up him and put him by his bowl and put my hands on his sides with healing intention. And he eats.
And then, after 10 seconds or 100 he walks away.
And then, later, I do it again.
I am pestering, yes. But not in every moment.
And in this moment, it feels like a temporary stay of execution of uncertain duration.
Hopefulness and despair. Bite by tiny bite.
