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Farewell Mrrrpp

Earlier, when I started this post, I had all sorts of snarky things in my head to say.  It was Wednesday, the world seemed to have gone mad yet again, and I was feeling …  well, like something was going to happen.

the Handsome Boy

the Handsome Boy

I don’t want to feel that way anymore.  I just want to go back to this morning.   It’s wasn’t a perfect morning.  Heck, it wasn’t even the best morning.  It had good bits though, and I want those back.

Most of all, this morning, Mr. Kitty hadn’t been injured.

He didn’t need an emergency trip to the vet.

Most of all, he didn’t need to be put to sleep because he’d suffered severe spinal nerve damage and had lost all sensation (and function) from about the middle of his back, down.

The vet wasn’t sure if it had been the result of a blood clot or an injury caused by a car or some other violence.  Because of the damaged nerves and his heart murmur, she didn’t see a good chance of recovery from surgery.  He couldn’t eat or drink…  he’d lost function effectively below the waist.  He could purr and cry softly at me.  He could panic a bit about the overly friendly pittie at the vet’s office (who stayed well away, but was close enough to smell and therefore was a possible threat).  He was still able to be comforted by a scritch behind the ears and be pissy and unsettled when the vet or her assistant touched him.

He was himself right up to the end.

Fluffle and Mr. Kitty

Fluffle and Mr. Kitty

But, for the record, there is little that feels as wrong as those last loving touches that you give your pet as the vets are giving them the sedative and the barbiturate shots.  I know he felt no pain, but I also know he was mostly gone by the time I was able to say good-bye.  I know that’s standard procedure, I know our vet and she is wonderful and wanted him to suffer as little as possible (despite the nerve damage, he was suffering because of lost function), but…  I wish I’d been able to be with him before the first shot a bit longer.  I know he knew I was there for a moment–he tried to fight the sedative pretty hard, constantly opening and closing his eyes, trying to focus on me a few times when I spoke to him, his ears flicked slightly.  But the drugs are meant to be strong, and he wasn’t going to fight his way through this.

Why is it the animals that cause us the most grief are the ones we become the most attached to?

I think that as Flufflepuff comes over and begs for hugs.  I think both he and JuJuBee are missing their window companion.

Au revoir, Monsieur

Au revoir, Monsieur

Now onto normal Wednesday affairs…

The WIPpet

No fancy WIPpet maths today.  Six sentences.  It’s your choice whether that’s for the 6th month or for the addition of the 1&5 of the date.  And yeah, I stepped back a few more pages yet again in the Unnamed Story.  At this rate…  I’ll be reposting stuff.

Can any of you guess who Alanii is speaking about?

Alanii snorted. “I’ve seen what his lovers look like, Atyriia. That man doesn’t know anything about seducing a woman gently. His wife had been an ale wench. She’d been the only woman to ever share his bed and not leave it covered in bruises. And only because she could pick him up and throw him out of the room if she needed.”

Enjoyed that  bit?  Well, then head over to the WIPpet linky and visit other WIPpeteers. A shout out and hugs to Emily Witt for hosting the hop these days.

The ROW80 Check-in

I don’t have much to say today.  Things are…  well, until today, things had been on track.  This is the only writing or writing related activity I’ve done today though.  Studying up on what drugs are actually used in euthanasia  for cats is the only reading I’ve done.  Hanging out on Facebook and trying to lose my head in other people’s lives is the only interaction I’ve achieved.

Mostly it has worked.  I wrote this post.  I had other plans to write about today.  Maybe Sunday…  Maybe I’ll post a Friday Photo on my other blog…  I don’t know.  It’s too far ahead to plan now.

Scritches and a Cat-nip Mouse

Goodbye, Stimpy Doodle

Curled up

Curled up

A bit of a photo and video tribute to our cat, Stimpy, who passed away yesterday.

It wasn’t a surprise.  He’d been sick for a long time.  He wouldn’t stay inside, and when he did, he’d try to eat things like fiberglass insulation.  But he was all love and play….  lots and lots of play.

He really, really loved stuffed mice, for example.

Brother and sister

Brother and sister

He also had an odd memory for things.  He couldn’t remember which door to go to for dinner, but he never forgot his sister, Lyarr.  She died very young from FIP, and yet if something came out of storage that she’d slept on that might hold a touch of her scent…  he would go crazy running about the house crying to her.  Indeed, the day she died, he knew the box that she’d been placed in.  He dragged one of those sticks with feathers on it across the room and dropped it by the box, patting the box and meowing.

The trio

Stimpy always took the ottoman

Stimpy was a royal pain at times.  But he loved so much, and he trusted so much too.  He was The Boodle’s “first pet” in a sense, because Stimpy was here as M. grew up and not only accepted him, but loved having M. be with him.  Whereas Asmodean had been jealous of our son’s presence in our lives, Stimpy Doodle was happy.  New toys to play with, more scritches…

Though he kept running outside (what eventually killed him) and vanishing for days, he always came home and purred and loved and talked… oh, could he talk!

Although he died yesterday…  it hadn’t fully hit me until I started writing this post and looking through the pictures.  So please excuse the tears.  I just wanted you all to get to know this sweet boy too.

Cat Nap

Sleep Well, Doodle

Row80 Check-in

Since Wednesday things have been on a slow rise toward progress after being sick.  I probably could have made up a few things since yesterday, but my heart’s not in it at the moment.

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  everyday; not always fiction
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song  did some searching and scene plotting
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) on a consistent schedule check
  • maintain active sponsor participation more progress on the sponsor post (I have a real rough draft!); the rest– check
  • energize myself with more physical activity almost nada; we’ve been sick
  • reclaim my writing space  no progress here; some back-sliding
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) very little progress
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more…  a bunch of just us stuff, end of school break fluff
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) nada