I realized that I was taking my furs for granted today during this awful rainy weather. Almost 2 weeks ago I let Ozmo and Lulu out at night when I got home from derby practice, as I normally do. 30 minutes later, after showering and getting into pajamas I let them in. Lulu came right in, as usual but Ozmo didn't move from his spot on the patio. I picked him up to bring him inside for bed and he growled. It was an odd sound at first, he's never growled before. It took me a moment to realize he was actually growling. It scared me a little and definitely took me by surprise. I sat him down and asked him what his problem was and that's when I noticed his limp tail, bloody paws, cut up legs and bleeding mouth. I shreeked in fear and realized the growl was from the pain of me picking him up. My heart broke in the discovery that not only was he in pain but I put him in more pain when I picked him up. I packed him gently into his carrier and we were off to the emergency vet. After 4 hours I brought him home not knowing what happened to him and having to consider getting his tail amputated. Ozmo was stitched up and doped up and hid under the bed for 2 days while Lulu paced my apartment meowing in fear of the strange cat lurking in the darkness. Ozmo's regular vet determined he was hit by a car and gave me more drugs, one the size of a nickel that was specifically for his damaged liver, a total of 4 to give him twice daily. He's been hiding under my bed for nearly 14 days while Lulu meows sadly, day and night.
I've been missing him more than I could have ever imagined. For the past nearly 3 years he's slept on my legs at night, cuddled me on the couch, slept next to my computer while I worked each day from home and at 4:PM on the dot he reminds me it's time for his dinner by rubbing against my ankles and meowing up at me. After the accident my legs have been cold at night, my desk empty of his furry sleep and 4:PM becomes 5:PM before I notice. His absence has been felt by myself and Lulu. What was once almost annoying to me has become the treasures my heart holds dearly & deeply. He's my silent mouser with big yellow eyes, a small black nose and pink lips.
Today was a most joyous day when Ozmo jumped up in my lap on the couch and snuggled into my blanket and passed out into a whisker blissed nap in my arms. Lulu followed Close behind and snuggled on my legs.
I've missed them both so much during this time of meds, darkness and healing. I thought I loved them so much before but I love them more fiercely than I can describe. My fur babies are my most precious friends and family. Whatever did happen to Ozmo I am thankful he is back in my lap, purring and even moving his tail a little bit too! I am honored to have Ozmo & Lulu as my kitty cats and I will ❤️ them 4ever. 💚 Joy Divizion #206
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