Caring for my roommate, Red Robin
Meet Red Robin. I worked with a pet rescue organization to connect him with me several years ago. He had been abandoned by three successive so-called owners. You would think he was some evil entity. He ended up in a kill animal shelter in Texas and was just weeks away from relocating to kitty heaven.
He is the sweetest cat. Very affectionate. Loves to be petted and purrs like a motorboat. He follows me around the house like a little putty dog. Red reminds me of when I have been working too hard on the computer for too long by gently lying down on the keyboard. That is my cue for cuddy time. I really think he has helped me to reduce my blood pressure. Really.
As a single person, he has become a wonderful companion. That is why I have been so upset about his infection, which is causing him to not eat much and lose weight. Both of those are deadly for any pet. The vet prescribed antibiotics and a pill to encourage more eating (maybe that substance is what coats junk food to encourage me to overindulge).
In the future, I will devote a blog post to the lessons that Red Robin has taught me. But, not for today. We are hopeful that the medication will help him to recover. And I am providing plenty of hugs. People often use the expression of being a pet owner. In my case, I say that I am the pet servant to Red Robin. He has had a hard life and I am dedicated to the highest quality of life for the limited time he has left. Pets are people too!
