There really are no words....
Some of you got this in email form, since no one really reads lj anymore.
Just want to let everyone know that I had to put my beloved Mitz to sleep a few hours ago. He'd been having trouble for the past ten days, which we learned was severe heart disease (also some liver disease), but he'd been doing quite well since Saturday, including this morning, and he had an appointment to see the kitty cardiologist next week. Things took a horrible turn for the worse sometime during the day though (threw a massive blood clot that blocked blood flow to both back legs) and I pretty much knew when I got home (later than usual, naturally) that I would have to put him down. He was in incredible pain and it was agonizing to see and hear him like that. Easily the worst couple hours of my life, on top of what was already a pretty miserable day (and I'd really rather not dwell on what a shitty day it must've been for him, although you know i'm gonna do that). Kim and Jason were there with me and have been medicating me with booze, cupcakes and ice cream. I've already informed work that I'll not be showing up today and I think Jason is going to call in as well. Dreading going home; there will be some clean-up and two very confused kitties there waiting for me as well as some mental images that are going to haunt me for a very long time. And Mitz will not be there at the door to greet me as he usually is, which is going to be a very difficult adjustment.
Mitz was the one constant in my life through my entire stint in DC. He was there with me through grad school, photog school, real estate school, three moves, quite a few roommates, a firing and an i'm not renewing your contract, three serious relationships and the subsequent shitty breakups, two car accidents, a lot of fun parties including one just for him, quite a few trips up to connecticut until he decided to ride on my head in Thanksgiving traffic on a rainy garden state parkway, a hurricane, several blizzards, two floods, 9-11, IRS woes and "self employment", a friend's suicide, all of the crap going on at home, a cancer scare without health insurance, friends coming and going, a weekend on the eastern shore and a couple in annapolis, the unexpected addition of a stupidly cute kitten to our world, all sorts of other stuff good and bad in the past 13ish years, and of course that fateful yard sale that started it all. Just last night we enjoyed a very serene few minutes with Mitz curled up in my lap and Fraidy kindof on top of him; it was the most peace I've felt in a while. We had another longer moment of bliss like that a couple weeks ago when I had the tent and the air mattress set up out on the lawn and Mitz crawled right in and curled up on my pillow next to my head while I was reading A Walk in the Woods. I shall miss him purring contentedly in my ear and waking up to a faceful of fur. He had a larger than life personality, a little badass, curious, demanding, loved people, and generally wanted to be wherever I was or in the middle of everything. If ever there was a perfect cat for me, Mitz was it. It was love at first sight (for me anyway; it took him a few hours to warm up to me) with no regrets. His absence leaves a tremendous void in my life and my heart. I really have no idea what i'm going to do without my constant companion and for the end to have been so awful for him makes it a million times worse. I am heartbroken, still pretty dazed, and fairly devastated.
Just want to let everyone know that I had to put my beloved Mitz to sleep a few hours ago. He'd been having trouble for the past ten days, which we learned was severe heart disease (also some liver disease), but he'd been doing quite well since Saturday, including this morning, and he had an appointment to see the kitty cardiologist next week. Things took a horrible turn for the worse sometime during the day though (threw a massive blood clot that blocked blood flow to both back legs) and I pretty much knew when I got home (later than usual, naturally) that I would have to put him down. He was in incredible pain and it was agonizing to see and hear him like that. Easily the worst couple hours of my life, on top of what was already a pretty miserable day (and I'd really rather not dwell on what a shitty day it must've been for him, although you know i'm gonna do that). Kim and Jason were there with me and have been medicating me with booze, cupcakes and ice cream. I've already informed work that I'll not be showing up today and I think Jason is going to call in as well. Dreading going home; there will be some clean-up and two very confused kitties there waiting for me as well as some mental images that are going to haunt me for a very long time. And Mitz will not be there at the door to greet me as he usually is, which is going to be a very difficult adjustment.
Mitz was the one constant in my life through my entire stint in DC. He was there with me through grad school, photog school, real estate school, three moves, quite a few roommates, a firing and an i'm not renewing your contract, three serious relationships and the subsequent shitty breakups, two car accidents, a lot of fun parties including one just for him, quite a few trips up to connecticut until he decided to ride on my head in Thanksgiving traffic on a rainy garden state parkway, a hurricane, several blizzards, two floods, 9-11, IRS woes and "self employment", a friend's suicide, all of the crap going on at home, a cancer scare without health insurance, friends coming and going, a weekend on the eastern shore and a couple in annapolis, the unexpected addition of a stupidly cute kitten to our world, all sorts of other stuff good and bad in the past 13ish years, and of course that fateful yard sale that started it all. Just last night we enjoyed a very serene few minutes with Mitz curled up in my lap and Fraidy kindof on top of him; it was the most peace I've felt in a while. We had another longer moment of bliss like that a couple weeks ago when I had the tent and the air mattress set up out on the lawn and Mitz crawled right in and curled up on my pillow next to my head while I was reading A Walk in the Woods. I shall miss him purring contentedly in my ear and waking up to a faceful of fur. He had a larger than life personality, a little badass, curious, demanding, loved people, and generally wanted to be wherever I was or in the middle of everything. If ever there was a perfect cat for me, Mitz was it. It was love at first sight (for me anyway; it took him a few hours to warm up to me) with no regrets. His absence leaves a tremendous void in my life and my heart. I really have no idea what i'm going to do without my constant companion and for the end to have been so awful for him makes it a million times worse. I am heartbroken, still pretty dazed, and fairly devastated.