She is an amazing cat. Resilient, eager and a great friend. Did I mention that she’s over 18? She has driven 6,000 miles with me in the last 3 months — granted, spoiled like a queen — but those are long roads, no matter how you slice it.
Zoey proves that cats can go the distance — and it makes me sad when people give up on their animals when they reach a certain age, assuming that they’ll be incontinent or creaky old things. With love, anything is possible — and though Zoey can’t jump from the floor to the top of the door jam anymore, she is in amazing shape for an elderly pet. My secret formula — approved by my vet — is coconut oil (great for arthritis: anti-viral, anti-bacterial and a long list of healthy benefits), Diatomaceous Earth (food grade for digestion) and uva ursi in leaf form (for bladder issues).
Mostly, it’s love on my part. I am constantly tuning in, making sure she’s comfortable — and even if I wasn’t intuitive, I’ve lived with her for nearly 2 decades. Cats — as complex as their personalities can be — usually have few needs: food, water, shelter, a clean box and their territory. As long as I’m around, Zoey knows that she’s safe. As a younger cat, she was more aloof, bugged by Avery’s pushiness — but now that he’s moved onto his next adventure, she’s blossomed under my full attention. I’ve been shown once again how relationships can evolve over time and as much as we had our difficulties, we adore each other now.
One of the biggest stresses this last year was how Zoey would do with all of my travel plans. I’m thrilled to report that she proved me wrong and is thriving like a champ. I’m under no illusion that she’ll be here much longer but I treasure this time together. She is one strong soul.