I ate four Krispy Kreme donuts, warmed in the microwave. Adam brought them home. He had eaten five for breakfast. I scolded him. And then I ate four. But they're so good ( Read more... )

We got a letter today. It's from Dr. Gretchen Statz, the vet who euthanized Tuesday and was with us the whole time. She expressed her deepest sympathies, in gorgeous handwriting, inside a card whose cover showed a black and white photo of a tabby sitting on a fence post, with the above quote at the bottom. Her thoughts are with us. We did a "kind ( Read more... )

I'm drinking a vanilla latte, back at my desk, after lunch break ( Read more... )

Blessing to the Dead (For Bast ( Read more... )

It's Friday now, the day after, and the world is still the same.
I think that for a very long time, the two things I will remember most about last night are that her eyes were open the entire time, and the liquid in the euthanasia syringe was pink.
( Cat, interrupted )

In happier news, Tuesday spent the entire night curled up right next to me. She wouldn't settle down until I got comfortable, then she insisted on kneading the blanket near my arm and flopping down against my hip. Every time I stirred, she woke up, trilled, and put a paw on my arm. After Adam left this morning at stupid dark thirty to head up to ( Read more... )

Last night, we rushed Tuesday to the animal hospital yet again -- a different one, since one we had gone to in the past was too busy. The doctors were extremely helpful and talked with us at length. Tuesday was in an oxygen chamber; her blood pressure, heart rate and temperature were low, which the doctor said was common with congestive heart ( Read more... )