Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Old Yeller |2:20 AM|
Among the parts of the day that I had to put my cat to sleep that still bother me, there's one I'm willing to share here. I was not the one that pressed the plunger on the syringe.
I asked to, since I thought it was my job. It seemed like the kind of dirty work that you don't have someone else do. I signed the paper work, and asked if they could show me what to do, but they needed me to hold the cat instead.
I'm not trying to be gruesome, and perhaps it's better I was holding the cat and trying to calm her, shutting her eyes after it was over. But I was the one who made the decision for the cat, I think I should have been the one to carry it out.

I'm not going to get a new cat, or any pet, for at least a year. I know that. If I did get a new cat, I know the kind, a scottish fold. An odd mutant with bent ears, they're apparently highly intelligent...for cats. That still means dumb as rocks but I'll take what I can get.



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