My little kitty Sora was losing weight for about a year. It was a real tough thing to watch. She used to have this plump little belly, all the way back to when she was a little kitten I could wash in the sink, her little chubbyness fitting in the palm of my hand. That belly went away and slowly she became an unhappy kitty.
We went to two vets. They tried, they did. Then we found the third vet and one who specializes in kitties alone. There Sora was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Disease and within a matter of days, the new meds began to perk my baby right up! She's still underweight but she's putting the ounces back on! Whooo Hoooooo!!!
Now, our latest vet is very no-nonsense. She has always told us like it is with our Sora. Her pointedness is important to note because, as I enter my last week of living as a male, I found myself admitting to our vet that the next time she sees me I will be living and presenting as a woman.
She asked me some very pointed questions, and I answered her to the best of my ability. Nothing was inappropriate. There I was standing, with Sora bouncing around the little office looking for noms (Yea!), as I told my vet that my name was going to be Paige. When talking about me, she changed my name on the spot, with no push from me! I was a little bit surprised! I was dressed as a dude after all!
She also said something about how women talk though things and how that's exactly what I was doing by being open about myself with a stranger which, to some extent, she still is with me. My SO was doing the bulk of the vet running until last month after all. But, I have no doubt that some time before she made the observation that, "women talk through things, as you are" my gender flipped in her mind without question. Goodness, I find myself tearing up recalling that!
Being born with the transgender path in front of me has been a wonderful blessing despite all the, and sometimes it felt extreme as I waded through it, hardship. As I think of the religious conservative who zapped my beard off, and whom I hugged yesterday after my latest appointment because she helped me in ways beyond my beard, and my vet now-- I'm actually thankful I got to do this. I did not see that coming. As recently as a year ago.
I hope the good things keep flowing as I enter my last week of projecting a male and beyond. I know there's some rough spots ahead most likely, but I believe the sun on the horizon ahead of me is rising. It's a new day. I'm still nervous about going full time, but I'm more confident that it's the right thing to do more now than ever.
I wanted to share this, especially for those coming up behind me, wrestling with themselves as I did. Hang in there, please. At times being trans sucks. It can really, really suck. But by golly, things are shaping up to be worth it! In ways I never dreamed possible at the outset.
And my kitty is getting better. It's been a good day!
Nice post, lady. Hugs, Devlyn
More evidence that when it was meant to be, things fall into place :)