07 April 2007

before i call the vet


dwindling supply, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Before I call the vet... I will brush his coat. He's either disinterested or having difficulty cleaning himself and he could use a de-matting.

Before I call the vet... I will sort out where he'll be buried.

Before I call the vet... I will continue giving him IV fluids so he's not too weak to make what I can only imagine will be a long journey.

Before I call the vet... rather than listening to him yowling on the other side of my closed bedroom door I will bring him inside to sleep with me.

Before I call the vet... I will whisper a few more secrets to him, because I know he will keep them safe, as he has with hundreds of others over all these years.

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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

(well, i am officially losing my blog commenting virginity. never, in my years of reading yours and myriad others, have i delurked to comment. but this post...)

ouch. ouch ouch ouch. i'm so sorry, mcbeee. what a great boycat he is. what a great catmom you've been to him. wish i could be there to hold your hand or make the trip or just hang out afterwards and watch bad tv or sit on your porch or tell silly, distracting stories.

may both of you travel safely through these next few days.

April 07, 2007 11:40 PM
Anonymous said...

A has been a good and loyal cat, the kind of cat that even I, who don't care for cats, could not help but like.

He was so lucky to be yours.

April 11, 2007 7:49 PM
mcbeth said...

Criddy, you're a fine woman and a blessing of a sister.

I suppose now is as good as any time to tell you that Artemis has asked me to blow you a kiss

...*mmmmwahh! *poouuhhh*.. delivered.

But I've learned enough about him to know I'll get nowhere harassing him for the details regarding the intimate messages contained within his tuna breath, so I'll leave it at that.

April 11, 2007 10:10 PM
mcbeth said...

and wow, m, wouldn't that be a doozy of a chapter title? Delurking for Death. Has a zingy ring to it, don't you think? : )

I know you know you know I know we all know that I'm not the only plug on the planet to deal with saying goodbyes. Maybe the details are different but parting of the ways with our pets just sucks, in-between those moments that we just want to curl up in the fetal position in an empty bathtub for a week.

The irony of his diseased and aged state is that as long as I stick these big needles full of fluids into him (fluids? what are these, how you say, fluids? water? vodka? what exactly am I injecting him with?) is that he hang in. He hangs on. He yowls unconsolably especially late in the evening and mid-mornings, but he is here.

I don't like to be the line judge for such quality of life issues. I make a bad ref in this overwhelming worry/desire to shut down the game entirely rather than risk the players being damaged by the badly-arched shoes the coach is making them wear.

April 11, 2007 10:18 PM
limine said...

*sigh*

lots of love to you and your sweet creature.

April 26, 2007 9:41 AM
Aspergers Anxiety and Me said...

I'm sorry about Artemis McB. Pam

May 14, 2007 7:21 PM

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