Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Cat |8:46 AM| My cat is at the vet, and I'm waiting to hear if I have to go have her put to sleep.
I'm not one of those crazy cat people who believe their cat is just like a little person. My cat is a cat. She's 15 years old or so, and I'm quite attached.
However, for a cat, she's bright. But bright for a cat means "knows a dozen or so words" and "locked herself in a bathroom once" and the always amusing "Found out the best ways to annoy me in the middle of the night for attention." The cat, though sickly, still remembers some things pretty well. Like this morning, she showed memories of the cat carrier. She hasn't been locked in that plastic cage for at least a year and a half. I found her in the living room near the coffee table, lying down and not in any mood to run around. I went upstairs to prepare the cat carrier, which consisted of turning a couple plastic knobs with a distinct "click" noise.
I was interrupted while writing this, and events have overtaken me. It is now 2pm, and I'm waiting at my house.
My cat was suffering, kidney failure or tumors in the mouth, nothing to be done. I did what needed to be done, signed the paperwork, and held my cat as they injected her. They had to sedate her twice, a sudden burst of energy in the last moments, always was feisty.
I will miss my cat. A friend of 15 years. Granted, one that vomited everwhere and liked to get in the way of my reading, but still a friend that would greet me at the door each day. She'd seem excited, she'd seem affectionate, sitting in my lap while I was online.
What can be said of losing a pet that has been with you for so long?
I try to live as though there's never a "best" day. I strive to keep an upward trend, that it's never "just downhill from here". Imagine a rocket burning upwards, tail of flame and no ceiling, just a time limit. Not everything makes the whole trip with me, family, friends, possesions, ideas, misconceptions. They fall away, booster stages jettisoned until I'm the one that's falling away. I can't rise forever. My cat was with me this long, and she did a good job.
I will miss my cat, she did her job, and that's as much as needs to be said.
Cat |8:46 AM| My cat is at the vet, and I'm waiting to hear if I have to go have her put to sleep.
I'm not one of those crazy cat people who believe their cat is just like a little person. My cat is a cat. She's 15 years old or so, and I'm quite attached.
However, for a cat, she's bright. But bright for a cat means "knows a dozen or so words" and "locked herself in a bathroom once" and the always amusing "Found out the best ways to annoy me in the middle of the night for attention." The cat, though sickly, still remembers some things pretty well. Like this morning, she showed memories of the cat carrier. She hasn't been locked in that plastic cage for at least a year and a half. I found her in the living room near the coffee table, lying down and not in any mood to run around. I went upstairs to prepare the cat carrier, which consisted of turning a couple plastic knobs with a distinct "click" noise.
I was interrupted while writing this, and events have overtaken me. It is now 2pm, and I'm waiting at my house.
My cat was suffering, kidney failure or tumors in the mouth, nothing to be done. I did what needed to be done, signed the paperwork, and held my cat as they injected her. They had to sedate her twice, a sudden burst of energy in the last moments, always was feisty.
I will miss my cat. A friend of 15 years. Granted, one that vomited everwhere and liked to get in the way of my reading, but still a friend that would greet me at the door each day. She'd seem excited, she'd seem affectionate, sitting in my lap while I was online.
What can be said of losing a pet that has been with you for so long?
I try to live as though there's never a "best" day. I strive to keep an upward trend, that it's never "just downhill from here". Imagine a rocket burning upwards, tail of flame and no ceiling, just a time limit. Not everything makes the whole trip with me, family, friends, possesions, ideas, misconceptions. They fall away, booster stages jettisoned until I'm the one that's falling away. I can't rise forever. My cat was with me this long, and she did a good job.
I will miss my cat, she did her job, and that's as much as needs to be said.
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