Pretty Kitty
It's Winter Again
Damn it's cold outside. I had to go out this afternoon and run some errands and I only wore my fall coat. I should have worn my winter coat, hat, gloves and a scarf, it's just that cold. Groan, I'm so depressed. So dude is cutting the last of the tile for the floor and then he's going to lay it. He'll come back another day to finish the tile on the walls. I'm amazed at how the bathroom is turning out, I've really outdone myself this time. I guess it's time to start thinking about where I'll be going when I leave here. I know that I'll be going to Cancun to stay with my friends for a few months, and I'm not going to look any further ahead than that. I'm going to party my ass off and have fun for a change. I'm going to surround myself with friends who love me for who I am. And if someone doesn't like me, oh well, that's their problem. I'm finished with apologizing to people who treat me badly. I'm tired of being humiliat...
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Its so hard losing a furbaby.
It was a wonderful gift from the kitten to you, and you helped eachother for a moment.
I think life is all about trust.
My pretty kitty was an old woman, at least ten, most likely older. I got her 5 years ago when a lady on a farm near here died, she had like 60 cats. She was the lady's favorite cat.
She had one tooth left when I got her, and she ended up losing that. The vet said that she had lung cancer, On Good Friday a tumor burst, and I took her to the vet said he said she had only a few hours. He wanted to put her down, he said. He also said he couldn't say how long she had truthfully cuz he didn't want to play God. That doesn't make much sense to me.
He said she wasn't in pain, and he gave her a cortizone shot. I told him I wanted to take her home and he said I wasn't being cruel to her by doing so, that she wasn't in pain at all.
So I took her home expecting her to die in a few hours. But she wasn't ready. Shoe was on his way here, I didn't tell him what was going on with the cat because he loved her so much, but the next day came and so did Shoe and she was still eating and purring, but she couldn't breathe very well.
On Tuesday, I took her back for another one of those groovy shots, and the vet was in shock to see her. She fought so hard, but by Thursday night she couldn't even drink, and she passed on Friday morning.
I miss her very much, it was very hard to not be able to do anything to make her better.