my heart
Friday, March 18th, 2011

my baby kitty
is with this little orange girl. This is my girl Pez, after I’ve had her a few weeks. I had no idea.. when I took this picture, the impact she would have in my life. She has been my constant friend, confident and fluffy place to lay my head when I need support.
Almost 15 years she and I have been a pair. Where I go, she goes.
West Virginia, Savannah and Virginia.. she has been my partner in crime wherever I lay my pillow.
From the beginning I had an idea this little girl was going to make my life more joyous. I remember the night I came up with her name… sitting in the kitchen of my house at WVU with my roommate, watching her run around as if she was on a sugar high… after eating a bunch of Pez candy. Yep, that’s how she got her name! When I got her I didn’t realize she was a long haired kitty. You look at this picture and just think she’s fluffy. I really had no idea she would puff out like a cotton ball. Cute little hairs between her toes on her paws. Just adorable.
She has brought not just me but just about everyone who meets her joy. (okay at least a smile) Quiet and sassy my little girl is. Oh and like most cats, she’s independent. She’ll come when SHE wants to.. not when you want her to. Little brat. Yes, I’ll admit it…she has me wrapped around her little paw. But what I do for her doesn’t come close to what she does for me. I mean, I know her. I know she’ll be there when I open the door when I get home, and when I get into bed.. within minutes she’s there (until Peter comes and then she’s mad at him every nite when he asks her to move over) I don’t know HOW she knows but she always comes and jumps onto the bed.. meowing just a few minutes before my alarm goes off. The price of KNOWING she’ll be there for me has meant more than anything I could ever buy her or do for her.
When I was in Savannah.. she and I would do the 8 hour drive together. In the car, her and I. She would sit in the back window.. basking in the sun. She never needed a carrier. We had a process. Back and forth to my parents house, she was my passenger.
She’s a part of my family. When “on vacation” at my parents house…she sits at the railing at the top of the stairs, paws right at the edge looking down. My dad and her will play around.. he’ll jump up and try to touch her paws. It’s what they do.
For every bout of unemployment.. she was there, silently showing her support by taking my mind off of the unknown. At times, Pez was the only thing in my life that I KNEW.
She’s been really easy to take care of… not finicky or anything. Like her ‘mom’ she likes her routine.
Two peas in a pod we are.
So as much and as great as my heart hurts saying this… together we beginning a new chapter. Her and I. A chapter where, at some time undisclosed in the future… we will soon be going our separate ways.
For the past 9 months or so… Pez has been having petit mal seizures. At first they were very VERY scary to me and to her as I know they disorient her. Neurotic kitty mama Keri and would video tape them to send to the vet. They happen very intermittently. Like your car, we never know when one is coming and how long it’s going to be. Once we figured out she was in no pain.. just being disoriented, I wasn’t as fearful when I saw one come on. (mind you in the past 9 months I might have witnessed a half a dozen.. we’re not talking every day or anything – that is that Peter or I have WITNESSED.. most likely she’s had them on her own as well). I would get on the floor and be near her, just so she knows I’m there until she ‘comes out of it. Since we’ve moved in December, I’ve only seen one seizure and it was small. I kinda thought maybe it was temporary.
Something told me when I went to bed Wednesday nite and she didn’t come to be with me that something wasn’t right. But I convinced myself that she must be sleeping somewhere else tonite. I mean, it does happen from time to time. I should have gone to find her. She woke me up at 1am Thursday morning with a cry that I cannot seem to get out of my head, this seizure was different. Usually she tenses up while it’s happening (picture yourself shrugging your shoulders for a minute.. uncomfortable, yes. painful, no.) This time she was a mush… I will spare you of the details but honestly, I thought it was a stroke. She was purring but this time her breath was labored.. so her purr was almost forced. I woke Peter and went back to her, thankfully it started to pass. Then comes the ‘out of it’ phase where she’s SLOW. One step at a time. Kinda like she’s really high. This usually takes 5 minutes but this time.. it wasn’t going away. She was walking but wasn’t able to eat the treats Peter put out for her.. almost like she couldn’t see them. I swear she couldn’t hear us either. Minutes went by and she it did seem like she was coming out of it.. but not like before. I knew it was different when Peter said ‘lets take her to the Dr’. So we did.
Long story short but going to the Emergency Vet was a waste. We sat in a room from 1:30ish to 4am and in that time span we saw someone for MAYBE 10 minutes. They just asked questions.. they didn’t DO anything for her. It was confusing because on one hand I am preparing to say goodbye to her but on the other I’m furious.. WHERE IS ANYONE??? So within that time span.. she let me hold her and pet her without any resistance… she would have her head resting on my hand. I thought I was saying goodbye. I told it was okay to go. I know we’re not our bodies.. and that we are eternal. I thanked her and told her I loved her, that I would see her someday soon.
Well thankfully, that wasn’t her time. The vet wanted to put her on an IV and put her under a “seizure watch” (to the tune of $1000 no less) but since we knew it was intermittent.. that would be $1000 down the TUBES. We decided to take her home and see… I mean a few hours later she was more alert and able to move around…we waited 15 minutes with no one around to check out, we called out “hello! we’re leaving!” nope. Finally, I left a message “TIRED OF WAITING.. BILL US.. KERILYN RUSSO” (they called my cell within 5 minutes and ASKED us to come back and pay our bill. Are you fucking kidding me? I have my girl in my arms.. sure let me come back and give you $100 bucks! FUCK YOU!)
I barely slept 2 hours but knew I couldn’t leave her. I went to my job and got my computer to work from home (I had a deadline) and called my vet. Dr Villar is the BEST. He actually works out of a van and comes to your house. The tech comes in with a carrier, puts pez in there and walks out to the van. When done, they do the same and bring her back in) He is down to earth and knowledgable. And more you get DEDICATED time with him. Just YOU and your vet. So when I called, his wonderful tech told me she had to shift some appointments.. but would call me back. Less than 2 hours later, they arrived. After looking her over (at this point she was just tired, and low energy) Dr. Villar sat on the couch with me and the tech for 30 minutes while we came up with a plan. We were now a team. And the goal is to do what’s best for Pez.
She’s given me 15 wonderful years, I’m not going to put her through anything invasive. I could get an MRI, but only if surgery was an option. Oh, the cause? As Dr Villar says.. something with the central nervous system (I think he is caring enough not to drop CANCER or BRAIN TUMOR on my lap) Since I’ve NEVER experienced this chapter of life before, I had questions. Lots. He was so patient and answered all of them (including to page HIM the next time this happens, even if in the middle of the night) He told me when I would ‘know’ it was time. He said “you know her best. NOONE knows her better than you. When you notice that who Pez is.. isn’t there. That’s when you know.” Of course It wasn’t easy to hear but I am so glad to hear this information. As Dr. Villar says “We don’t want to do anything TO Pez, we want to do everything FOR her.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
So here we are. Today is better. I see a little more of who Pez is today. Does NOT change the thought that a part of her is gone. She is different now. This seizure changed her. Maybe it’s already on the other side, I don’t know. I have NO idea what timeframe I’m working with or anything of KNOWN value. All I know is here we are..
She’s been with me all of my adult life to date. It’s no small statement that she is a part of me. With her leaving.. means a part of me is leaving. Yes. I know she’s not really going anywhere but her physical self is leaving. Even thinking the thoughts, and doing the imaginary planning, means I’m having to accept it. And damn it if this hasn’t been one of the hardest things I’ve experienced thus far in my life.
All day yesterday and today.. a memory will come up or the thought “What am I going to do without her?” and I’m at it again.. crying uncontrollably. I can’t seem to stop crying. This sadness, this awareness literally takes my breath away. I allow myself to cry.. I give myself permission. I WILL be okay. When the time comes and this chapter ends, It will open me up to a new chapter. Who knows what that new chapter will bring.
For now.. I am taking each moment to, as Peter says, “just enjoy her”. She’s allowing me to hold her near.. even if I’m crying.. without trying to get away. Doing all I can to ‘enjoy her’ today.
I have no idea what will happen or when the time will come. I do know that I am forever changed because of her. She has been one of the TOP 3 things that has ever happened to me in my life and for that, I am grateful.
I love you my little Pez girl for you are my heart.

















