Bittersweet Symphony
Not so much a symphony. It's just been an emotionally trying day. The good and the bad happened.
This morning, my sister and I took our cat, Monty, to the vet to be put to sleep. It was the hardest thing I've had to do, with exception to putting my dog Bernard down a few years back. But that was when I was still a kid. That time, my dad came with us. This time, it was just me and my sister. Unlike most car rides, this one was different cause Monty didn't meow once, but just sat quiet and happy in my sister's lap. The whole thing is heartbreaking. I'm stating the obvious, but it is. He wasn't getting any better. He wasn't suffering, thank god, but he wasn't improving. So in that sense, I'm relieved he passed away painlessly. Even though I wasn't, I felt like I was abandoning him when I walked out the door. His sweet face, soft fur, cuddly body, loving personality. All in memory, heart and spirit, but nothing tangible to hold anymore. It just felt so wrong to just leave him there, even though he was gone. Anyway, the day went on, and I felt a little better. Left around 4:30 for salsa lessons @ my dad's office and came back around 7pm. Went into my room to change clothes, and half expected to see Monty there, lying on my bed, look up @ me and purrow a greeting. He was 14; definitely geriatric age for a feline. Hiss life was definitely a happy one. A sweet cat who loved attention and people. Hard to replace and won't ever be.
Fr the good, I have gotten back in touch w/ my friend Justin! Chris helped me out, finding base operator phone numbers for me to call and get info, or even possibly connect me to Justin's line. Our hard work paid off. It is such a relief for me, considering I haven't talked to him since May. Chatting w/ him definitely picked my spirits up, and provided temporary relief for my mind.
So, that's my day. Sorry to put a damper on anyone's day, but this helped.
This morning, my sister and I took our cat, Monty, to the vet to be put to sleep. It was the hardest thing I've had to do, with exception to putting my dog Bernard down a few years back. But that was when I was still a kid. That time, my dad came with us. This time, it was just me and my sister. Unlike most car rides, this one was different cause Monty didn't meow once, but just sat quiet and happy in my sister's lap. The whole thing is heartbreaking. I'm stating the obvious, but it is. He wasn't getting any better. He wasn't suffering, thank god, but he wasn't improving. So in that sense, I'm relieved he passed away painlessly. Even though I wasn't, I felt like I was abandoning him when I walked out the door. His sweet face, soft fur, cuddly body, loving personality. All in memory, heart and spirit, but nothing tangible to hold anymore. It just felt so wrong to just leave him there, even though he was gone. Anyway, the day went on, and I felt a little better. Left around 4:30 for salsa lessons @ my dad's office and came back around 7pm. Went into my room to change clothes, and half expected to see Monty there, lying on my bed, look up @ me and purrow a greeting. He was 14; definitely geriatric age for a feline. Hiss life was definitely a happy one. A sweet cat who loved attention and people. Hard to replace and won't ever be.
Fr the good, I have gotten back in touch w/ my friend Justin! Chris helped me out, finding base operator phone numbers for me to call and get info, or even possibly connect me to Justin's line. Our hard work paid off. It is such a relief for me, considering I haven't talked to him since May. Chatting w/ him definitely picked my spirits up, and provided temporary relief for my mind.
So, that's my day. Sorry to put a damper on anyone's day, but this helped.