By Liz, wishing she was on a beach somewhere before the rest of summer passes us by
Last week was a tough week. I lost one of my best little friends, a cat named Tweetie. This little guy was a huge love and touched everyone he met – and even people who had never met him, as apparent by all the Facebook well wishers during his brief illness – but he was also the real inspiration behind the Pawsitively Organic Mysteries.
If it wasn’t for Tweetie, I may never have gotten so involved in animal nutrition. When I adopted him 11 years ago, he was a sick fella. Chronic upper respiratory disease plagued him, and the vets were concerned he would not improve. I had always been interested in homeopathy and natural medicine, and Tweetie was the perfect reason to jump in and figure it out.
I researched homeopathic vets in my area and found Dr. Martha Lindsay, a wonderful woman who has made such a difference in my and my animals lives over the past 11 years. It was she who told me that if an animal doesn’t have good nutrition, they will never reach their healing potential. She got me started feeding the cats “real” food, and also recommended a raw diet for those animals who were open to it. Some that weren’t healthy, she cautioned, might never adjust well to it.
Well, for all his health problems, Tweetie adjusted well to all of it. In fact, he was probably the only cat (next to Pumpkin, the orange one pictured above) who would eat virtually anything. Meat, rice, eggs, raw food, veggies..yes, veggies. He would often use his oversized paw to swipe broccoli, green beans, asparagus – anything green – off my plate. Veggies made him so happy, he sang songs to tell us how much he had enjoyed his helping. And the best part? His health dramatically improved. Ever since then, animal nutrition has been something I’m always thinking about. It’s funny how things work, because all these years later it became the basis for this series.
Tuffy the Maine coon cat and Shaggy the schnoodle get most of the credit for being the muses of the books, but Tweetie was the real muse. Without everything he taught me, this series would not exist. That’s the kind of guy he was, though – he never asked for the limelight. He was just happy to be loved, have a nice house, some friends…and some broccoli.
Rest in peace, Tweetie Bird. xo
Readers, share your experiences with a pet that changed your life. I’d love to hear them.