I still remember the sound of the vet’s voice. It was gentle, but it hit me like a physical blow.
"Evelyn," he said, looking at the chart. "His kidneys are struggling because he’s chronically dehydrated."
I looked down at Jasper, my beautiful, 18-pound marmalade soul-mate, who was curled up in the carrier. I felt defensive immediately.
"That’s impossible," I told the vet. "I fill his water bowl every single morning. It’s always full. If he was thirsty, he would drink."
The vet took off his glasses and sighed. "That," he said softly, "is the most dangerous myth in feline medicine."
I drove home in silence that day, tears stinging my eyes. I had let Jasper down, not out of malice, but out of ignorance. I assumed his body worked like mine—that thirst would drive him to the bowl.
I was wrong.
And now, with Pip—my current 14-year-old boy who is battling early-stage kidney disease—I am militant about hydration.
But I had to learn the hard way.