Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Contrasts

Last night, beloved spouse and I ducked out for a spot of sushi and conversation. We stayed out too late, but had a good evening.
This morning, one of our two cats which are litter mates, who had looked as if he was gaining weight, showed clear signs of ill health. I got him to the vet, who found the cat had a large mass in his stomach, which the vet said very likely indicated a poor outcome. His words, not mine. The poor thing was sick unto death, so I chose to have him put to sleep. He was 12 years old, a strange, increasingly kind of feral little guy, and I think his brother is missing him. Hard to tell, because they had developed a kind of cranky relationship, but the surviving brother seems disoriented. No one to push around. So my last contact with him was to stroke him a bit as he lay exhausted on a towel on the exam table. Painfully sad.
We walked a couple three miles over to the Drinking Liberally get together, which as always provided worthwhile conversations.

2 Comments:

Blogger isabelita said...

They both did, although the deceased guy never went as far as the other one.
Well, at least we had him for 12 years.

2:47 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Your story reminds me of the whole Terry Schiavo debacle - and I am sorry to bring up a political issue in such a humane topic. But, if we can treat our pets with that much care and respect, why can't we do that with our family? It aught at least be a legal option. You don't have to pursue the option if you don't like it.

9:53 PM  

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