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RIKER-->January, 1991-June 3, 2008
Like his brother three and a half years ago, he had to be put down because of his kidneys. Also like his brother, I realize having him put down was probably the kindest thing to do, but it doesn't make me feel any better...
The thing that grates me is that aside from the kidney problem, he seemed perfectly lucid. He played with some string a week ago, and he recognized me. I could have dealt with it if he were as mentally far gone as he was physically. Because of his age, his kidneys had pretty much shut down and aside from drinking water, he didn't move around much. I actually hoped that when I got to the vet's, there'd be some magical cure for him, but of course, there wasn't. My father was there with me and with my scratching his ears, the vet injected him with an overdose of anesthesia which quickly took him. After that, all I wanted to do was to get to my house and be alone, but Dad saw that the right rear tire was soft on my car, so we went to his mechanic to get that looked at, and after leaving my car there we went to my parents' house to have dinner. While it didn't snap me out of my depression his burgers did make me feel a little better. I got my car back and after C sat with me for awhile, I bummed around the house. It seems so empty without him, as does my life. I mean, for the past three and a half years, he was my sole purpose to staying in the stupid space time continuum. Every time I felt like shooting myself, I would think of him and things would be manageable. My brother suggested when the time was right that I get a new cat or cats, but I can't help feeling like that would be replacing Riker, much like one replaces a broken light bulb. I don't want to go through this anymore...
Like his brother three and a half years ago, he had to be put down because of his kidneys. Also like his brother, I realize having him put down was probably the kindest thing to do, but it doesn't make me feel any better...
The thing that grates me is that aside from the kidney problem, he seemed perfectly lucid. He played with some string a week ago, and he recognized me. I could have dealt with it if he were as mentally far gone as he was physically. Because of his age, his kidneys had pretty much shut down and aside from drinking water, he didn't move around much. I actually hoped that when I got to the vet's, there'd be some magical cure for him, but of course, there wasn't. My father was there with me and with my scratching his ears, the vet injected him with an overdose of anesthesia which quickly took him. After that, all I wanted to do was to get to my house and be alone, but Dad saw that the right rear tire was soft on my car, so we went to his mechanic to get that looked at, and after leaving my car there we went to my parents' house to have dinner. While it didn't snap me out of my depression his burgers did make me feel a little better. I got my car back and after C sat with me for awhile, I bummed around the house. It seems so empty without him, as does my life. I mean, for the past three and a half years, he was my sole purpose to staying in the stupid space time continuum. Every time I felt like shooting myself, I would think of him and things would be manageable. My brother suggested when the time was right that I get a new cat or cats, but I can't help feeling like that would be replacing Riker, much like one replaces a broken light bulb. I don't want to go through this anymore...