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Over the past 5 weeks, one of my cats, Willie, our black cat runt of the litter, started feeling ill. We could tell something was wrong simply because she, unlike how she almost always is normally, was lethargic. This was so odd, since she has a meow that sounds about as nice as an out of tune violin, and she's usually always wanting attention. Instead, she just hung her head over a water bowl and laid around.
We took her to the vet over the summer when she did this and said there may have been a possibilitiy she had kidney disease. Due to my mom's financial situation and my lack of a job outside of freelance writing, there wasn't anything we could do other than have her bounce back in a couple of days.
Just two weeks ago, she got the same way. I spent most of the weekend I was home paying her some needed attention in hopes she'd feel better, and it's just possibly feelings of neglection.
The day after I head back here to La Jolla, she died. I found this out last Thursday when I came home, as I immediately walked into the house looking for her (I had a bad feeling something had happened). There was no sign of her inside, in the garage, or anything. Then I noticed her water bowl was gone and I knew. Grandpa finally left after talking with mom about random crap, and she comes in and smiles painfully, saying "How was your week?".
My only response was, "Willie's dead, isn't she?"
Everyone was expecting me to be the most upset over this. I loved that cat so fucking much. Thing is, I didn't get bent out of shape about it, or anything. It may have been because my mom broke down when she was about to tell me what happened to Willie, and she tormented herself by describing the last 15 minutes of that poor cat's life. It was tearing her up, and I really wasn't in a position to be upset. I just wanted to comfort her, since she's had a shitty year and this is merely another layer of crap that has landed on her in 2005. Her happiness is more important to me anyway at the moment, since my problems are pretty petty. My only gripes being my grades right now, which are struggling due to a lack of initiative in the first three weeks of this quarter.
She's been going through a hell of a lot lately, and it's really getting to her. I really hope she can quit putting the weight of the world on her shoulders, because it's going to crush her one day. I don't want to see her break down that badly...
...I really wish she would have told me over the week that Willie passed away. I'd of appreciated it, but she "martyred herself", as I put it, again, so I can study (ie. do shit) at La Jolla. Oh well...I just hope she can recover from this. Our other cat seems to be, though he's become very desperate for attention all weekend. Both of the cats were siblings that have been together since birth...I can imagine this is hard on him.
I have a paper due in 12 hours for POLI SCI. I scored a 60/100 on the midterm, so this essay needs to turn over an 85% or something to add some relief to my final exam. My history of film teacher is a royal dickhole. He's an interesting guy if you want to discuss art and cinema with him, but he's the shittiest professor I've had yet. Obviously it shows because our entire class's progress has declined over the past 3 tests (reflecting him as a crappy teacher). I'll be damned if he accepts that. Moron. :/
Gencon Anaheim is this weekend. I'll be attending, but not entering the Pro Circuit because I can't fucking top 2 a PCQ. I always bomb out of the top 8 booster drafts, and have 8 points out of 10 I needed. I'm currently 124th in the world in terms of sealed pack for vs system, and I'm 1st place of "loser who doesn't have at least 10 pro circuit credits". It's depressing as hell. I wanted to enter, but I can't.
This turned into more of a gripefest than I expected...guess I had a lot on my mind...oh well. Back to the paper...
We took her to the vet over the summer when she did this and said there may have been a possibilitiy she had kidney disease. Due to my mom's financial situation and my lack of a job outside of freelance writing, there wasn't anything we could do other than have her bounce back in a couple of days.
Just two weeks ago, she got the same way. I spent most of the weekend I was home paying her some needed attention in hopes she'd feel better, and it's just possibly feelings of neglection.
The day after I head back here to La Jolla, she died. I found this out last Thursday when I came home, as I immediately walked into the house looking for her (I had a bad feeling something had happened). There was no sign of her inside, in the garage, or anything. Then I noticed her water bowl was gone and I knew. Grandpa finally left after talking with mom about random crap, and she comes in and smiles painfully, saying "How was your week?".
My only response was, "Willie's dead, isn't she?"
Everyone was expecting me to be the most upset over this. I loved that cat so fucking much. Thing is, I didn't get bent out of shape about it, or anything. It may have been because my mom broke down when she was about to tell me what happened to Willie, and she tormented herself by describing the last 15 minutes of that poor cat's life. It was tearing her up, and I really wasn't in a position to be upset. I just wanted to comfort her, since she's had a shitty year and this is merely another layer of crap that has landed on her in 2005. Her happiness is more important to me anyway at the moment, since my problems are pretty petty. My only gripes being my grades right now, which are struggling due to a lack of initiative in the first three weeks of this quarter.
She's been going through a hell of a lot lately, and it's really getting to her. I really hope she can quit putting the weight of the world on her shoulders, because it's going to crush her one day. I don't want to see her break down that badly...
...I really wish she would have told me over the week that Willie passed away. I'd of appreciated it, but she "martyred herself", as I put it, again, so I can study (ie. do shit) at La Jolla. Oh well...I just hope she can recover from this. Our other cat seems to be, though he's become very desperate for attention all weekend. Both of the cats were siblings that have been together since birth...I can imagine this is hard on him.
I have a paper due in 12 hours for POLI SCI. I scored a 60/100 on the midterm, so this essay needs to turn over an 85% or something to add some relief to my final exam. My history of film teacher is a royal dickhole. He's an interesting guy if you want to discuss art and cinema with him, but he's the shittiest professor I've had yet. Obviously it shows because our entire class's progress has declined over the past 3 tests (reflecting him as a crappy teacher). I'll be damned if he accepts that. Moron. :/
Gencon Anaheim is this weekend. I'll be attending, but not entering the Pro Circuit because I can't fucking top 2 a PCQ. I always bomb out of the top 8 booster drafts, and have 8 points out of 10 I needed. I'm currently 124th in the world in terms of sealed pack for vs system, and I'm 1st place of "loser who doesn't have at least 10 pro circuit credits". It's depressing as hell. I wanted to enter, but I can't.
This turned into more of a gripefest than I expected...guess I had a lot on my mind...oh well. Back to the paper...