I truly believe everything happens for a reason. My kitten Marlowe, whom I have talked about so much on Facebook, has proven this to me once again. If you don't know Marlowe, let me summarize our journey.
But less than a week into Marlowe's homecoming, he began to have seizures. I rushed him to the vet and the news was not good. He had a very big infection, but because he had already had his first kitten shots, antibodies would show up for anything that fit his symptoms. They couldn't tell exactly what was causing the problem and put him on antibiotics and seizure medicine. I nearly lost him 3 times in the two weeks that followed even though the seizures stopped. That darned infection proved a big enemy for a 2 pound kitten.
Fast forward to now. He is closing in on 5 pounds, is still on antibiotics and seizure medicine, has some developmental delays, but he is fighting. We are fighting. His white blood cell count, which measured an unbelievable 60,000 when first done in January is now closing in on normal. Still too high at 22,000 but whatever we are doing, it's slowly working. Love, of course, is the intangible ingredient. He is so loved.
He's helped me so much, too. Living in a rental house with all my belongings packed away for the most part and being in a strange new environment was getting to me. That and dealing with the slow pace at which my husband moves when it comes to getting things done--like starting our new house. Caring for Marlowe has been just what the doctor
So, what do you think? Will Marlowe give Maru a run for his money? :-)