My boy

Nov 11, 2010 18:56


This is Oliver's vet. She is staying late tonight to take care of him. I didn't get to meet her (damned work), but Matt says she was really nice. I am emo and terrified and I miss my best buddy. Please forgive the onslaught of posts and crying and whining. It has been a bad day. Xanax will shut me up soon, I promise.

My last few hours at work I was a wreck. I was sobbing. Amanda followed me about, telling me to go home early. This pissed me off because they have been giving me a ton of shit if I want to leave early for medical stuff, am sick, etc. I argued with her. "No. I can't go home early. It isn't allowed!"

She stared at me. "No, you can go."

I lost my temper. I never do that. But she was setting me up to fail. "You say I can go home now, but if I go, I get sat down tomorrow or next week and am bitched at for leaving early, not working, etc. I can't leave. You all have made that clear! I will stay. I am fine. Just fine." I was dropping dishes and stuff, my hands fumbling as I yelled at her. I probably looked like a crazy person. She walked away awkwardly. I know I was right. BM surely would have made a case of me leaving early because I was upset about my cat.

Earlier in the day, I had an accident with my airbrush. I managed to spray half my face, some of my clothing and cover my hands with an orange shimmer color that dried before I could try cleaning it off. I didn't give a shit. I helped customers. I talked to people. I heard, "um, you're orange," dozens of times.



By the end of my day, my tears had made stripes through the orange down my face. I was sparkly and shiny. I was more calm by the time I left work.

My friend Logan gave me a love potato. I love him.



Last night I squeezed the gravy out of a can of cat food, something that is a common practice. Oliver has always loved the gravy and shunned the actual meat chunks. If I give him a whole can of food, he licks it dry. So precious. Now, I just squeeze out the gravy. Oliver gets that, Lilo gets the chunks and they are both happy.



This is his favorite kind. I bought 40 cans of it the other day at Target because it was on sale. Fancy Feast has a "gravy lovers" variety. It was made for my Oliver.



"Mmmmm.... gravy..."



This picture was taken last night. That is my "moss" blanket. It is my blanket, which means it is his blanket. He has to have whatever blanket I have been using. I used the blanket to move him around more comfortably. I am a crazy blanket lady and own dozens of throw blankets. Blankets make me happy. Blankets make him happy. Despite the many blankets in the house up for grabs, he and I always have to share one. He always wants to be on my blanket.



He has the blanket with him now.

I love him.



Thank you, to everyone, for your support, kind words and helping Oliver get the care he needs.

I am still awaiting word on his condition.

rambling, oliver, photos

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