Beau's Miracle was awesome. He was rushed to the ER where they took blood determining Beau had acute renal failure. He was poisoned. The Vet said "NO CAT HAS EVER BEEN BROUGHT BACK FROM THESE NUMBERS" and they advised that Beau be let go. They took him to prepare him for the euthanasia and brought him back to the room and they asked if I wanted some time first. I sat with Beau for awhile alone. He kept getting up and trying to play with me as I sat there in shock bawling and sobbing. For the first time ever he 'kissed' my face. I was conflicted. I asked God what to do. I prayed to God, do You want to do a miracle here? I knew somehow that the answer was yes. It was real knowledge that this was going to happen. I declared, let's do this God. What happened next was the most surreal and amazing thing. I asked Beau if he was ready and he climbed into my lap and pressed his head against my chest. I laid my hands on him and stroked his body where his organs are and told him that if you're gonna live you have to let Jesus heal you, you have to let God do this. I believe You, God, for this miracle of healing. I'll tell everyone I ever meet!
They came to deliver the euthanasia. I told the Vet that Beau seems to think he's not done yet and wants to fight this out no matter the outcome. I'll pick him up Sunday one way or the other. Scientifically and medically, my decision makes no sense to anyone, even me, but they did as I asked and the Vet swooped him up quickly yelling down the hall "We have to act now, he should already be dead". They were scared he would die in their arms
Saturday evening I was called in. I ask if I had brought him in the condition he is in now what would the recommendation be. He said that even with the improvement his numbers were still off the charts and he'd again recommend euthanasia which is why he called me in. I declined the euthanasia again and hoped in God, praying again, I see progress and we had an agreement
Although Sunday was Valentine's Day, it was the same story and the toxins weren't budging enough. The Vet was on the phone telling me to come in and say goodbye. There was no saving his kidney. Suddenly, he said, "What? Wait, hold on! Let me call you back!". I called later telling them that my money was run out and I needed to know about picking up Beau. They told me to come in. They brought Beau to me with a dish around his neck and tubes hanging off of him hooked up to one of those rolling poles with bags. If they were about to deliver bad news I would be devastated to see him alive only to hear it isn't what it looks like or I can't afford what he will need.
This time a different Vet came in to talk with me. As I sat, she spoke. She said, "I want some time with Beau. I've heard so much about him and I'd like to have a chance to spend some time with him". She put her palms together and leaned her elbows on her knees bending toward me. She said, "You need to understand that what has happened here is a miracle. There is no explanation. We have no explanation. There is nothing more he needs, there is nothing you have to do. You can take him home and there is no sign that anything was ever wrong." She said she wants to make sure he is really okay since his case is so unusual. I agreed. I hoped. I waited.
The Vet who told me on Sunday that this was a miracle, called me to come get him Monday, saying Beau has chewed his catheter off Sunday night and seemed to be planning a bust. He was eager to be in my arms when he saw me. Thank God for miracles.