I really like to think that all of our furbabes who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge are looked over by my dad. It gives me that comforting thoughts that all are well.
In my mind, my dad has been a busy man. (btw for those who have just started following my blog, my dad happened to pass away 10 years ago). The reason being is that there are so many of our furbabes have left us due to sickness, missing or had gotten involved in hit and run incidents.
Dexy was born deformed with all of her four limbs twisted like an old oak tree ravaged by the winds and time. But her mom recognized a fighter in her tiny body. She left her be and kept on nourishing her with milk and love. She grew up just like any of her siblings. Her other siblings who grew to be giants compared to her size (they weights between 4kg-5kg each) of about 3kg only. The small size and her lack of properly formed limbs were compensated with her agility and her zest for life.
She ran just as fast as the rest of the furbabes. She climbed the staircase and cried outside of our bedroom, begging to come in. George will always remember her as the cat who took up the challenge to climb the dining table, thinking that she would not have his roast chicken.
Dexy and friends playing with catnip
The roast chicken story started when we all sat down for a roast chicken dinner. Dexy was sitting on the floor, trying to look pitiful and wanting the chicken. George had said to her that if she could manage to climb the dining table, she could have anything on his dinner plate.
In a split second, we saw this white bundle of fur scrambling up, climbing the chair and then sat next to his plate.
George had to give up his roast chicken to a cat that night.
She was with us for the past 2 and half years with no sickness whatsoever. Not until recently when she became a recluse and decided to spend her days on end in her favourite box. Dexy would only come out for food.
In the recent weeks, her condition deteriorated. She could not balance her body anymore and her limbs became more twisted than ever. Dexy had started to refuse her usual favourite kibbles and had to be forced fed.
Xrays showed that her limbs were not in place. She had no femur and the kneecaps had traveled to her hips. I was hoping to get her a special set of wheels so that she could walk and gain her independence again. I even got a reply from Thaiwheelchair asking of her info. Infact, Lyn’s friend, Alif had started putting together a pretty set of wheels for her. In pink, no less….
On 22 December 2011 as I was getting ready for a lunch meeting, I decided to take a peep of her. What I saw was this pitiful sight of Dexy. She was writhing in pain with her eyes staring so wide. Dexy had a seizure. I rushed her to the vet.
Damn! The road seemed so crowded with cars and they were driving so slow. Or that was what I thought. The frantic drive seemed like an eternity eventhough it took a mere 15 minutes drive.
The next day she had another seizure that lasted for what I thought was about 40 minutes. Dr Kiew thought she was a goner but she held on. She kept on slipping in and out from her coma. There was one time when she came out from the seizure and I saw a glimpse of her baby blue eyes.
Christmas day came and went. In the morning of Boxing Day, I got a call from Dr Kiew telling me that she was no better than the day before. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe that we should bring her home.
Less than half an hour after the first call, Dr Kiew called again to inform of the bad news.
She did came home. She came home wrapped in a linen and placed in a box.
Her limbs will no longer be deformed and she is no longer in pain. I like to think that God has created Dexy to show His powers that a deformed living thing like this carries such fighting spirits.
And now He took her away to be in a better place.
I know that I have learn a thing or two from Dexy. That you fight for this life. And fight well because this is the only life you ever have. Abah, Dexy loves her ears to be scratched and tummy rubs too. You will have your hands full with this one. But it is ok as she is not a selfish kitty. She loves to love back and that was what she did to us.
You will be missed, our beautiful girl.
Post script: Dexy never had the chance to try out her pink wheels. Our beautiful Dexy was buried in our garden underneath the shrubs and rambutan trees. Special thanks to Dr Kiew, Dr Ong and staff of Petfirst for ensuring Dexy’s last days to be as comfortable as possible.