Alyssia and Emrie and Julian arrived this morning at 7:30. The appointment was for 8 oclock.
Every morning since the beginning, Puppy has been waiting for the sound of Alyssia's car, crunching up the gravel drive, getting out, going to the horse trailer and putting food in her bowl, tinkle tinkle. Yesterday, late in the afternoon, early eve, there was a youwling sound….we heard it and stared, wide eyed, the sound of a cat in heat…..calling. And this morning, when Alyssia's car crunched up the gravel drive, an hour earlier than usual, to accomodate the 8 am appointment,
no Puppy.
We all walked the 6 acres, calling. Puppy! Puppy! we even tried kitty kitty, just in case, but no. Nada. No Puppy.
Time ticked on and we made the call to the Spay and Neuter Clinic….couldn't find the cat. They said ok, another time and we gave up calling, imagining some things quietly to our own selves…about her absence..like hawks maybe, or an owl or just that it was true, that sound had meant she was out….being a hussy….prowling. Somewhere around 9:30, there she was…like always but an hour late and they said bring her in.
The cat carrier that brought Tazmeena from New Mex to here is on the back bedroom bed. Puppy inside. They sent her home with medicine for 3 days, and Elizbethan Collar. Post OP instructions.
She is still in there. Still. Puppy, the Fearless Arborial DogCat. Still. Eyes glassy, ears out to the side, drooping.
The woman had said "What is her name?" Alyssia said "Puppy Merced Hill" and Julian said that she had a second middle name of Pinecone. So, Puppy Merced Pinecone Hill". The woman was bland and said, Puppy. Puppy Ortiz. Alyssia said, no, Puppy Merced Hill. Julian said Pinecone. Her papers and medicines come back as Puppy Ortiz.
It takes so little, really, to give Life to things. Puppy was ready to meet her fate. Totally ready and hot and yowling. And we interceded. We took her and took her innate ability to be her total Cat ness. There were times when we talked about maybe letting her have one batch of kittens, maybe that one of them might be like her, an Arborial DogCat, but us, being who and what we are, we took her to have all her female parts cut out of her body.
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