Apparently, this is the third time I’ve used this blog post title, but I am really not awake enough to come up with something more original.
I hope everyone had a restful Memorial Day with loved ones and took a moment to remember the soldiers and service members who gave their lives in the line of duty. Hubby and I went to see a movie (MIB3) and ate at our favourite salad place afterward. They were taking donations for poppies, and I gave a small donation and let them keep the poppy for someone else. The Memorial Day poppies make me think of my granpa. He did not serve due to disability (he lost two fingers in a printing press accident when he was younger) and I remember asking when I was little why he wore the poppy. I don’t remember his exact words, but it was to the effect that he remembered those who gave when he couldn’t. I’m not sure that I really understood at the time (I must have been about 8), but it stuck with me, so when I donate, it’s with this memory.
And now I almost made myself cry.
It was a quiet but kind of emotional weekend for me. It was very rainy, and I was stiff with a lot of pain. I also had a painful phone call from the vet. Zack has been losing weight steadily and I’ve griped about how he has stopped cleaning himself and his long fur is getting matted. Well, his liver is failing and it’s probably not long now. I knew that I’d have to face this day eventually, but you always hope that you have just a bit longer. The boys have been with me for twelve years now, and they’re the only cats that have been solely mine. I can’t imagine one without the other and I wonder how Lucas will react with his brother gone; they’ve never been separated for more than a couple hours their whole lives.
The vet also managed to annoy me by giving an ongoing lecture on how grains are terrible for pets (and people). While I know he meant well, it felt like I was being accused of poisoning my pet to death. Thanks doc. Thirteen years is a respectable age for a cat and Lucas is quite healthy (in fact, he’s getting a bit tubby) so I know that’s not the whole truth, but I really didn’t need a lecture while we’re talking about putting my cat to sleep, thanks. We’re making a few more food changes, but the only thing that might really help right now is liquid IV, and I can tell you right now that Zack would not put up with being stuck with a needle twice a week. I don’t think prolonging his life at the cost of traumatizing him is a fair trade. He has lost over 3 lbs. and there’s no guarantee the IV would help at this point (he’s been going down fast).
My heart hurts.