I am inconsolably heartbroken. My most beloved Yorkie, Cairo, was listless and had a fever last Tuesday, so by the next day, I rushed him to the vet. After a couple of blood tests, the results came out positive for a tick-borne blood parasite. My heart sank. Although prognosis is good if treated early, the disease takes about a month to treat, and even then, it could become chronic, meaning it could come back every now and then. Worse, diseases like this weaken the blood, very much like Dengue in humans. You know how it’s more dangerous if you get Dengue for a second time? It’s sort of the same for dogs. It’s called Ehrlichiosis. I’ve feared this disease because even from way back when Cairo was a puppy, I was warned that pets bought from a certain area are exposed to this specific disease because supposedly it’s widespread there. I’m not sure if Cairo got it there, since it’s been so long, but where he got it is beside the point. What kills me is that he has it, period. It brings me back to the time when Duke, my Turkish Angora, fell from the 22nd floor when he was just a kitten. Also when Cairo had an eye infection that almost cost him his eyesight. Not having any kids, my pets are the closest I have to a family. People who belittle the love some people have for their animals just don’t understand. Sometimes I feel I’m being punished for playing favorites. The worst illnesses befall the pets who are closest to me. Not that it would be okay for the others to get sick, but the pain is extra searing when it happens to the ones you love the most. I just find it weird that after I posted abut my late Labrador, my beloved Tyro, in a mere two days, I’d be stressing about Cairo, arguably, of all the pets I ever had, the one I’ve been closest to. It tears me up to see him sick and weak and not eating. And sometimes, when he tries to stand, he falls over because he’s very unstable on his feet. He’s doing a little better now, after a day of being confined at the vet’s clinic. He’s glad to be home and has gained some of his strength and energy back. But the vet said it would take at least 5 days to see if he’s responding well to the treatment. I’m on pins and needles, and it’s so hard to keep doing what I do everyday: going on air, doing my routine, when all that’s in my head is my little boy, who’s at God’s mercy. Now I know what it means to treat each day as a gift. Not knowing what the future holds for Cairo, I’ll take whatever is given to us, whether it’s just a couple of months, or 20 more years. Times like these, when you can lose some of the things in your life you love the most, everything else seems so small. The problems, the haters, the financial concerns, the issues, the baggage, everything suddenly takes the backseat. It sucks. When we did the Top Ten quotes that inspire the other day, I tried to take what I can. I guess I just have to take it one day at a time, and see where the road takes me.
Get well soon, Cairo! I pray to God that you do another Duke and beat the odds and beat this. He’s my miracle cat, so now be my miracle dog. You bring so much joy to an old fart’s life. Life’s a little easier with you around, so please stay on for a lot longer. Your Daddy needs you so much more than you need him.