🐾 Caturday Chronicles: Tiger’s Quiet Bravery and the Saving Kind Act of a Vet
This week, our household held its breath. Tiger—Fawn’s longtime feline companion, guardian, and self-appointed service animal—had stopped eating. No peeing. No pooping. No tolerance for being touched, let alone placed in a carrier. But still, he stood. Still, he watched over Fawn with his signature blend of reduced ferocity and unwavering command. Still, he took his daily rest break on the catio, as if to say, “I’m not done yet.” We kept vigil. The carrier sat open on the floor like a silent invitation. We wondered: would he weaken enough for us to lift him? Would he let us help? He didn’t. Not until Friday morning. As I administered Fawn’s IV antibiotics, Tiger looked at me. Then, in a gesture so deliberate it felt sacred, he walked over to the carrier, stepped inside, and sat down. No drama. No resistance. Just readiness. He knew. We closed the door and drove an hour to the regional animal ER and diagnostic center—an expensive place, yes, but the only one equipped to handle eme...