Blue’s Story~
Back eight years ago I was packing up my belongings to move into an apartment. It was vacant a little over a week. As I began to put some things in the living room closet and I could hear some faint meows and as I looked closely in the closet I could see this lifeless little creature laying there. I quickly snatched him up and realized he was malnourished and not to say the least but knocking on heavens door. I took him to a local vet where he stayed for a week to be weaned back to health. I decided he was mine and no-one would ever hurt him again. Later I began to learn that his name was Blue and he was very neglected and was left in the app for a reason, “the original owners
didn’t want him anymore”.
I remember the day I took Blue home with me , I was very much overwhelmed with the connection I felt with him and I knew he felt it too. Being abused myself by people almost made this whole situation a gift from above for the both of us. Blue fitted right in with my kids and me, we all loved him dearly, he was such a kind soul and I always sensed he was a very old soul maybe being that he was very wise.
The first night with me he was in my bed and would continue this for the rest of his life. This little fragile boy soon filled out and oh how he loved to eat and never missed a day without getting something special from the cupboard, kitty treats, oysters and tuna, was his favorite and yes imitation crab meat too. Some would say he was spoiled, I would say he wasn’t, he was treated the way any animal should be. He could sense my moods and I did with him, its really amazing when one can connect so deeply with a pet in this way and this only happened with other pet I had. Thunder was his name and he passed away when he was 13, a German Shepherd and a Canadian Champion. Blue and Thunder were the best of friends.
I moved to the country when Blue was about 3 and boy did he love it here. The last 6 years of his life was here and this is where I buried him.
On Nov 27th 2006, my mom was staying with me for a visit and we were having our morning tea and Blue was in his cat bed, something he only did at about noon after he crawled out of my/our bed. I looked down at him and remember saying, “Blue why are you so up early” then I saw his heart beating so fast that I wasn’t sure if it was his breathing or what was going on. I picked him up and he had literally no energy in his body and I thought what is going on. I went to the cupboard to get some treats and I heard my mom’s shaken voice, Sandra he cant walk and I turned around to see him as he was trying to follow me and he was on the floor. I grabbed him, put him into his bed and quickly called the vet, CAN YOU TAKE HIM IN RIGHT AWAY!! The voice on the phone was calm but I heard it in a different way. I ran to my room to get dressed and something told me to look out my door and there I seen him trying to make it down the hall to our room and he collapsed , I grabbed him and set him on our bed so I could finish getting dressed.
The 10 minute drive to the animal hospital felt like forever, and I was holding him in my arms, he was starring at me , telling me he was scared. Dr Harrison came right away to see him and was very concerned with his heart-beat and breathing. “Okay he said, I have to get Blue some oxygen so I can take an x-ray of his heart so I will call you by noon. He scooped Blue in his arms and walked out the door.
Mom and me didn’t talk much on the way home from the vet. A thousand thoughts ran through my head at once, is he going to make it, no he isn’t, yes he is. I called the vet 3 times after noon passed but no word yet; the lady at the desk said he needed more oxygen before the x-ray but Dr. Harrison will call you as soon as he reads the results. Almost 3:30 came and the phone rang, hello Sandra this is Dr. Harrison, Blue has a very enlarged heart, fluid in his lungs and a blood clot must of caused his limbs to give out, the next 24/48 hours will be critical.
I didn’t sleep that night, how could I? Thinking about Blue and knowing how scared he must be right now without me. It was very overwhelming. The next morning I called the Dr. at 8 a.m. when they opened and he said, Sandra Blue made it through the night, as he went on talking to me, I couldn’t hear him very well since I am hearing impaired and ask him if he would speak to my mother. He told my mom that he was pleasantly surprised that he made it through the night and the next 24 hours will tell the story. I remember thinking, he is going to make it; I know he is, he has to much to live for; he loves his life. I was so thankful that my mother was here with me. I knew how much she loved Blue and believe me, he loved her too and he proved it many times by laying with her and just gazing into her eyes. He was such a sweetheart and connected with everyone that he knew was kind.
Wednesday I took Blue home, a lady Dr. explained to me about his medication he would have to be on for the rest of his life and showed me his x-ray’s. I couldn’t believe how big his heart was. I knew he had a big heart to begin with, because of all the love he gave away to others but looking at his heart in a sick condition made me sick. I ask how long he had to live, and she replied “We don’t know but he has taken to the medicine so well and we are very
pleased with him indeed.
Blue was happy to be home, if I wasn’t rocking him he was in bed, but his appetite never decreased so I was delighted with that; his walking became more and more stronger. We are going to beat this Blue I kept telling him. I remember the first 2 nights of him being home, I would wake up at night and there he would be on my pillow laying beside me and just looking at me. I would move him over on his pillow and cover him up and tell him to get to sleep but he insisted on moving back into the same place again and again.
Saturday came, he wanted outside; it was a beautiful sunny 16 degrees. He had his medicine at 7:30 a. m. and by 11 a. m. he was outside, I thought okay. He will be okay for a few minutes outside, The fresh air might do him so good and I didn’t want him being stressed by keeping him in the house. I no sooner turned my back and he was gone off the step; I called for him over and over again but no sign of him. I walked through the yard but no sight of him. My son Jarett and his friend Justin arrived here and I ask them to take a walk in the back yard with me. I said his name and they listened for him. I couldn’t hear his sounds but they could, mom I hear him; I hear him and the 2 boys followed his sounds and found him tucked under some brush. He couldn’t walk. Justin carried him into the house. There layed my 15 lbs and 6 oz Blue fighting for life once again. This time it was his back legs not working but his front ones were; his back legs were like ice cubes. I called the vet again and followed his orders. Tucked a electric heating pad under him and covered him with his blanket. I was blowing on his legs to warm them up faster and rubbing them as I continued on doing this every few minutes he started to feel pain and he would cry and look at me with this helpless look I seen twice before from him. I tried to hold him but he was in to much pain. He wouldn’t drink or eat and again I called the vet and he said just keep doing what your doing and call me tomorrow if nothing improves.
As the day turned to evening, he was getting worse, switching from side to side and meowing in pain. As sick as he was he still had his pride; he wobbled himself out of his bed with his front legs and tried to drag himself to his litter pan to have a pee. I helped him and still he tried to cover it but couldn’t and I could feel his sense of guilt. I cried uncontrollable that day and night and remember thinking Sandra stop it; he doesn’t need to see you like this and then I thought, yes he does, he needs to know how much I love him and then I decided to lay on the floor beside him. As I was patting his head I was telling him to go sleep and saying it’s okay to go Blue; it’s okay. I have never spoke those words before and never once thought I would to him. That night I put him in my bed but he couldn’t stand the pain so I took his pet bed in our room and laid him in there and watched him. I dozed off 5 or 6 times and each time I woke up he was missing. I found him in a spare room which he never went into; he was there tucked away in the closet laying on his back fighting for every breath. I took him back to his bed each time I found him.
Meet me at the hospital at 4:30 Dr. Harrison said. I did, and I ask him to please check him out one last time before we do this, which of course he did. No pulse in his legs Sandra, he has no hope and this is best for him. The Dr. gave him needle to relax him so I could spend some time with him and something BIG came over me that moment, this animal Dr. was a kind soul; he allowed Blue to be painfree before he left this world. I spent about 20 minutes with Blue why he layed there fighting to keep his eyes open and I whispered in his ear one last time and said I love you Blue and kissed him over and over again. The Dr. walked in with the razor and needle and I decided to not to stay for the final moments and as I fought back the emotions of trying not to scream and fall to the floor and plea to save him, I knew he couldn’t and I knew Blue wouldn’t want me to see him die; he had to much pride so I did what I thought best for Blue, not me. Since we didn’t know when he was born, Dr. Harrison gave him a date of birth, Dec, 1, 1997. I will never forget that Dr and the kind people that treated my Blue.
I buried Blue on Dec 4th in the back yard in a spot he always went to to roll in the grass and suck up the sun. I am waiting patiently for the cross my father is making for him. I will miss him so much. I hope Blue touched whoever read this story as he has touched so many that came into his life. God Bless and take care and thank you for reading about my Blue.
Sandra, Dec 6th 2006
Picture of Blue was taken Friday Dec 1st.
My Blue, With Much love,
| Blue Morrison |
| 3, Dec 2006 |
| Sandra Morrison |