On the upside, when we all got up this morning, Max went outside and took a stroll in the back yard, as if to soak it all in one last time. When she came back in, she showed absolutely no interest in food and it seemed like her energy was used up. I asked her a couple weeks ago while carrying her around like a little baby (one of her favourite pastimes) to let me know when it was time and this morning she did. I was fortunate to be right there with her for her last few hours and I was very grateful for Cat Whisperer’s presence at the vet office when it was done. All in all, I’m at peace with how things went today and I know my little girl is also now at peace, even if it’s killing me inside.
Thanks for all the kind words, folks. It means a lot.
I said it before and I’ll say it again: Fuck renal failure.
Cat Whisperer and Jimbo, know that you have my sympathy. You did the right thing. My guys will have extra head skritches and treats tomorrow, in honour of your Max.
Yes, that was the first place I checked after we realized she wasn’t in the house. (Our garage doesn’t have direct access from inside the house - you have to go out the back door of the house and then into another door that leads into the garage.)
We’ve had several days of freezing weather here. I think it’s time to empty out the litter box, wash it, and put it in the aforementioned garage until such time as we are catted again.
I feel for you, Cat Whisperer and Jimbo, but I’d trade with either of you right now.
Sorry, I’m a bit Tocophobic so I personally can’t fathom why anybody would purposely want to do that to themselves, but it’s heartbreaking when people who actually want a child are not able to easily conceive one. I’m sorry for your loss.
A chemical pregnancy is one that shows up on a pregnancy test but hasn’t been confirmed by ultrasound. Sadly, many women have chemical pregnancies, and sometimes don’t even realize it, because they get their period within a few days and just assume it’s a bit late.
I found one, ficus religiosa, that will supposedly be shipped to me. It’s still a baby. I may not have had it for Bodhi Day, but if I take reallly good care of it, maybe I’ll have one for next year. I kind of like the idea of nurturing it as it grows.
I understand. If you’re blaming yourself and feeling guilty, please don’t - cats are willful, contrary creatures, and they do as they please, even if what they please isn’t in their best interests.
Why the fuck do they put so much cream cheese on a bagel? Gobs and gobs of the stuff. Enough to meet the caloric needs of three of those sad-eyed kids on a Feed the Children commercial AND Sally Struthers. Believe me, they don’t call me Biggirl for nothing, yet there it was too much cream cheese for me. I scrape it off and throw it away-- what a waste.
I tell the guy, “Half a schmear! Light with the CC!” but it’s like all deli guys are congenitally incapable of spreading cream cheese. It is biologically imperative that they splat down a humongous wad of the stuff right in the middle of the bagel. And don’t tell me not to get cream cheese. I like it on my bagel. In normal amounts, that is.
Some places will. But certainly not the roach coaches (also known as food trucks). And when you ask for it on the side, they give you these single serving fake doesn’t-need-to-be-refrigerated non-dairy devil’s sputum instead of cream cheese if you’re not careful.
And now I have my second cold in two months. I don’t get two colds in two months - I blame shaking all those hands at two different Christmas parties this weekend for my infection. {Cough}
I just remembered that the thing going around Calgary (and the world, probably) had a rebound a couple of weeks later - I’m right on schedule for that. I still hate shaking hands, though.
I hate the two days a week where I have to spend lunch time at school. There’s seldom anything to do at lunchtime. Also, there’s a group of people who play soccer in the gym at lunchtime. This wouldn’t annoy me, except that for the whole time they’re playing, they SHRIEK and SHOUT at the absolute top of their lungs! You would not believe how loud they are! And my school is quite small, so unless you go outside, you really can’t escape all the noise. Even when I wear earplugs and retreat to the basement, I can still hear those yelling soccer idiots. Annoying.
Oh, and these aren’t little kids - they’re adult women.
I pit my brother-in-law’s doctor. He had a small mishap in October with a counter and broke his hand really well. He did such a good job that he had to have surgery. It took four pins to set all the bones. Yesterday, he went to get the pins taken out. They could only find three of the pins. The doctor dug around for a while, took new x-rays, dug around some more, purposely broke a scalpel into his hand, took more x-rays, removed the scalpel bits and finally gave up. They scheduled surgery to have the fourth pin removed on Friday. At my BIL’s expense:
Why is this pin so hard to find? And why isn’t the doctor paying for his own mistake?
