Bad News
September 15, 2009
I have several half-finished posts, most of which are going to remain half-finished for awhile, due to some bad news I recieved today. Turns out my geriatric cat, who I’ve owned my whole life (at least, as long as I can remember), has cancer. At 18 years of age, he’s too old to handle chemo or surgery. As he is rallying right now, the vet will be giving us some medicine for pain and nausea, but once he starts declining again, he will have to be put down.
I realize how stupid and/or immature this probably sounds, but think back to your first pet, the first one that was really yours. For me, that is this cat. So, right now I don’t really feel like writing snarky and/or thoughtful posts about working carryout (had a real bitch and a real awesome person tonight though, I’ll have to jot something down so I remember to write about them later). With class starting next week, a head cold, and now this bullshit, all I really want to do is keep to myself for a bit.
September 16, 2009 at 5:03 am
Oh honey, I’m so sorry.
That’s so hard to face, I feel for you.
September 16, 2009 at 7:06 am
*hugs you* Oh, no. He’s such a sweet old fellow!
September 16, 2009 at 11:11 am
Know how you feel, i lost my first cat last year, we were the same age aswell. Its heartbreaking, but it gets easier after time. My thoughts are with you chica
xxxxxxx
September 23, 2009 at 1:23 pm
I’m so sorry! We also had to put down my childhood cat (of 18 years as well) this year, so I understand how it stirs up lot of other feelings besides the loss itself… Twinkle’s right that it gets better with time. Hope that cold has been taken care of, too!
September 24, 2009 at 12:05 am
Wishing the most loving times for you and the kitty, sorry to hear about this.