I have anemia and have done for a very long time, ever since I was a child. I can usually control it, but when I get poorly I loose control of it, which never really mattered while living with my parents, but I don't anymore. This is pretty hard for me as when I'm not in control of my anemia I collapse.
One of the most common things I hear when I tell people I adopted Mitzy is congratulations and well done for getting an older cat. Well on Friday morning he proved just what a lifesaver he is. I'm not half as worried about falling downstairs and killing myself now. You see, I had been feeling ill for a couple of days and was laid on the sofa all wrapped up,mitzy of course sensed I was poorly and came to lie with me. All my pets have always done this and I have always been grateful, but never expected anything more than his presence and love.
Well I went upstairs to fill food and water bowls in the kitchen and suddenly out of nowhere the room goes all fuggy. I can't see or hear straight and I'm on the verge of passing out. It's a case of sit down on the floor and hug the food sacks and pray I don't loose consciousness or fall and certainly loose consciousness. Now let me explain one very important thing.I have been so unwell I have not been able to take things out of my kitchen. So there is currently three sacks of food, one sack of kitty litter, a big storage box of card crafting stuff a cat carrier and a big storage box of tinned cat food. You can't actually walk across the kitchen floor at the moment but I just can't life it. So falling would have meant an ambulance.
Now Mitzy who had been circling my legs at the doorway and mewed when I'd left him there to go fill the food up just jumped onto all the stuff and came right over and sat on my arm and stood guard over me! Well when me head cleared I tried standing up again. Insta fug.I must have tried five times before I was reduced to tears and fustration. I'd got my tablets out. I'd taken it slow and I couldn't even kneel! So there I am crying and mitzy jumps off of the sack and comes by my legs and snuggles me till I calm down.Try and fail again. I give up. Conceed to just laying here and going to sleep. Try again when I wake up. Then Mitzy's goneI look up and he's at the other side of the room, watching me. I swear he was saying "Let's try now. I'm here." So I did...
I was still weak but not in any imediate danger! How he knew it was time to try again I don't know. I can never tell when to try again, as apparent by my failures. But he knew!
And I went to bed. Only I'm not well and my body is freezing which means I'm sweating and uncomfortable. So I kept tossing and turning and waking up. And I had such nightmares. I'd wake up crying. Wake up ready to punch something.Wake up grateful. I was convinced the world was being infected with something, which I'd got and they had a cure but weren't giving it to me. I had trouble letting this notion go I was sleeping that badly. Well Mitzy who usually sleeps on the spare side of my double bed in his cat bed had come to lay by my head which he does when I'm sad. Only everytime he was moved by my figiting or I put my head on him he usually runs off and eyes me suspiciously for a while. Only he didn't. He moved where it was safe or in the case of my head resting on him didn't move at all (I'm not heavy so I wasn't hurting him, he just doesn't like being confined much. He mostly tolerates an arm over his bum but that's about it). Then he'd just look at me, shove his head into my hand and I swear he told me "There there, it's ok. I'm Here. you're ok" and he did this all day!
I got into the doctors that evening and am doing a lot better now I have medication. But I am sooooooo grateful to my star! I've been telling everyone who'll listen what a great boy he is! I'm ever so proud of him! And I learnt, when he's twirling around my legs like that, take notice and take a pill and sit down. if my anemia is out of control. Trust the cat, he's got more instinct than you.
Isn't he amazing and wonderful?
