Two years ago, we said goodbye to our own Max the Cat.
About a month ago, because my allergies had become so severe, I said goodbye to cats as patients.
A couple weeks ago, my boss Dr. Pete Bashara and I met to discuss cats and my future. He said, and I paraphrase, "I would rather have a live dog vet than a dead dog and cat vet."
Last week, unable to get him on the phone, I met in person with my ever elusive allergist, and he agreed that "no cats" is the best policy.
I can be in exam rooms and in surgery suites with cats when I am on the highest dose of all the medications, but I still feel pretty yucky. And off medication, I have scary asthma-like episodes that would break up the best of veterinarian-cat patient couplings.
Off most medications and with the boarding cats around the corner (I can't be away from cats all together you guys!), I do great. We spend the early mornings together, me with my coffee, they with their toys and empty food bowls (Sorry Cat Friends!), and I cherish that time, and it is Enough.
The last stage of the parting is the stage that is breaking my heart the most. As much as I love cats, I love YOU Cindy and Tae and Jeff and Lu and all of the rest of you Cat Families just as much. I do not want to not see YOU.
And Hannah Rose. I am not even sure I can say good bye to Hannah Rose. I will tell you about that beautiful cat tomorrow.