I had the cat put to sleep today. She hadn't eaten in days. Had been barfing clear fluid. She'd spent most of last night sleeping on the dresser in our room. I heard her fall off it sometime around 2. Vet said she had a giant tumor in her stomach. I feel guilty for not taking her in a few days ago. She was really suffering.
She was nearly 16. Her life was pretty good, at least until the kids came along.
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i'm sorry to hear about roo. 16 is a pretty good long time for a feline though.
Posted by smoothiegirl | March 15, 2007 9:23 PM
Posted on March 15, 2007 21:23
I'm so sorry.
Posted by maricar | March 16, 2007 1:29 AM
Posted on March 16, 2007 01:29
She is beautiful. I'm so sorry. Does Matilda miss her (or realize what happened)?
Posted by juliloquy | March 16, 2007 10:43 AM
Posted on March 16, 2007 10:43
matilda hasn't noticed yet and i didn't tell her anything because i figured, well, she's two. she doesn't really need the stress of DEATH pushed down her throat unless she asks.
i'll tell you what, though. it's going to take awhile before i stop thinking i see cat puke on the floor and start realizing it's just a toy.
Posted by atomic | March 16, 2007 11:25 AM
Posted on March 16, 2007 11:25
I'm so sorry. That really sucks. I've never actually had any pets other than fish die (because my mother gave away my childhood dog when I was at camp at age 13), but I've had Violet for 9 years now, and I'll be a wreck when she goes. The older I get, the more the cliches make sense, though, and there really is something to the fact that she isn't suffering anymore. It's still awful, though....
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March 19, 2007 7:17 AM
Posted on March 19, 2007 07:17
Cormac, your mother giving your dog away while you were at camp might just be worse than putting a pet to sleep. I mean. CAMP? GAVE YOUR DOG AWAY? The nerve, I tell ya.
Posted by atomic | March 19, 2007 12:17 PM
Posted on March 19, 2007 12:17
Yeah. Age 12, go to camp, come home, Roscoe jumps on me and says hello. Age 13, go to camp, come home, "Where's Roscoe?"
"Oh. I gave him away. I thought it would be easier for you if you weren't around."
Ah, well....
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March 19, 2007 9:31 PM
Posted on March 19, 2007 21:31