Well, well, well.
Happy Birthday, little New New! Two years old today!
Who would have ever imagined that the scrawny, dirty, abandoned, runty, one pound kitty baby who was going to “die any day” would be celebrating his second birthday as a sleek, glossy, muscular, ten pound, brute of a little cat?
The past year has gone by in a blur of overall, excellent health for my little Pookie Bear. A few bad days, but overall, a glorious journey of joy, Hope and celebration. Every day that Newt shares with us is another gift, another miracle, another reason to celebrate the mystery of life, and the courage of the kitten with the heart of a lion.
Newt has brought untold joy and sadness to Cat Daddy and me. But isn’t that true of all love? The heart-singing joy of good days, the heartache over the bad days, and the reminder to celebrate each day to the fullest, and to cherish the treasure of time spent with those you love.
The 15th day of March, the Ides of March, a festival honouring the Roman god of war and battle – Mars. Our little Newt has waged a ferocious battle against his portosystemic shunt and has proven to be a warrior of the highest caliber. Defying the odds, confounding logic, and soldiering on – winning, day by day, the war against his liver shunt.
In the peaceful, easy days of his robust health and well-being, it is easy to relax one’s guard against the insidious, merciless, mercenary lurking beneath his robust exterior. But one look into his mystical, glowing copper eyes brings back the tragic reality of his constant, ongoing war against the disease.
Beware the Eyes of March, indeed.