Rascal passed on this morning. Apparently he developed an infection on two of his paws, along with kidney problems. The vet said due to his age there was little they could do.
Heh. I used to work at The Beer Store on New Year’s Eve. And Christmas Eve. And the days before Canada Day. If there was a holiday coming up, I always got a call to work before it.
Customers put up with the madhouse for a few minutes. I put up with it for eight hours.
No complaints, though. It was a good job and I liked it.
I’m so sorry to hear about Rascal. I was really hoping you’d find a solution that would allow you two to become re-united. Alas, sometimes life can be cruel.
I spoke to my friend who had taken custody of Rascal last night, and at one point in the conversation found out that she felt partly responsible for his death. I had to reassure her that 1) I did not think she was in any way responsible and 2) she had done everything she could to make his last days as good as possible. As proof of the latter, I reminded her that she had been giving him special foods to try to help him gain weight.
I do miss him. I will be getting a pawprint reminder of him.
I got viral gastroenteritis to ring in the New Year!
Boy did that suck. I was in such bad shape my husband had to cancel all his clients and come home to take care of our kid. I could barely dress myself much less feed him.
I’m still not able to eat, but today is so much better than yesterday’s misery of stabbing pains and temperature regulation hell, I’ve been able to do a crossword puzzle and read a few articles. Mostly just tired - and hungry!
Very sorry for your loss, @LurkMeister. My kitty died in 2020 and I still miss him.