Friday, February 10, 2012

Death and the Maiden

Yesterday was a bad day. But then it turned into a better day, but I was too tired from the bad day part to really enjoy it. My cat, you know the one I always complain about, she got really sick and I thought I was going to have to put her to sleep. I knew this day would come, and I knew it would suck, but I was unprepared for how much it would suck.

I've written about this cat, and about all my animals in fact, that I look forward to when they're all dead. I can absolutely see a life without animals. I love them, but I feel a little more business like about them than a lot of my animal-loving friends do. I thought that when the day came that I would have to put one of them down, I would face it with loving dignity, shed a few tears, and move on. That's almost what happened, but a few tears turned into lots of tears. It wasn't so much the thought of living without my fat, black, bored, hateful cat that bothered me, it was the burden of making the decision to end her boring life. It sucks donkey balls, man.

As it turned out, though, I didn't have to put her to sleep. Hopefully, with some non-extraordinary medications, she will be fine, and go one to rule the neighborhood with her ripped ear and her scowl. I think she may be disappointed. The way she saunters out in front of moving cars makes me think she yearns for death, but we'll keep her around a little longer. Could be as little as a week, but maybe years. We always thought she'd be the kind of cat that would live to be 22 years old just to annoy us.

You're a good girl, Sunny, even if I'm the only member of the family who thinks so, and I look forward to letting you shed and drool on me for at least another week!

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