The Nightmare that was this Day

Ire before her injury in 2014

12^th March 2015

Dear Cassi,

       

How can I describe the nightmare that was this day? It started with so normal a thing. I went to the car dealer to finally have my window wiper replaced and as I was coming home got a call from Pickle telling me that Ire was bleeding. The gray kitten had mucus coming out of her eye the day before, not much mind but enough for me to keep watch, and I hoped Pickle was mistaken.

       

He wasn’t, blood was dripping from my little cat’s right eye in two strands leaving little red disks on the floor. My little silver gray girl was weak and miserable from pain. I got her into the cat crate, and called the vet, who said they would take me right away, and so, that minute, I was in the car and making a drive that felt so much longer then it had the last time I went down that way. The attendant took one look at Ire and got her into the back to see the veterinarian who at once gave her morphine for the pain.

       

They told me that the prognosis was not good, and that Ire would probably need the eye removed. They said I needed to take her to a specialist and so sent me to the closest one to the clinic.

       

Finding this place was a nightmare in and of itself, because they never gave me the suite letter to find the eye clinic in that little block of shops. The map said 1301 S Beach. I got it into my head that the eye vet was in suite S, but there was no such suite. I paced that little strip mall twice before someone saw me and gave me directions. Even then the eye specialist was hard to find.

       

I felt better walking through the door and finally seeing a veterinarian. I’ll tell you the story of what happened there another day, but my troubles were far from over.

Keep your head about you, little sister,

Richard Leland Neal