The universe is just not the same...
It was a long day at work. This is the second week since I have returned to second shift in the Lab. Before that, it was two weeks on first shift during the annual plant shut down. It has been a bit of an adjustment adapting to my old crewmates, now that I am trained enough to work all areas of the Lab. Today was the beginning of my workweek in the Liquid Stability aisle. This area is usually quite busy, but tonight was particularly draining, to say nothing of the heat and humidity.
With this being said, this sets the stage for my sad return home. My cat, Walter(you all know him as Mr. Poo), has died. It all began last Thursday, when he started to dehydrate and stopped eating. We monitored him Friday, and were able to get him an appointment to see the veterinarian on Saturday morning. He stayed at the veterinary hospital that night, after we had a preemptive diagnosis of possible kidney failure. The doctor called on Sunday and said that he was beginning to rehydrate and that he seemed to be of a better temperament. Sadly, he did not fare morning and afternoon of Monday very well. The doctor called my mother at work, and let her know that the tested showed that his kidneys were indeed failing. I do not know the exact details, but I suspect that he was anesthetized and made to sleep for good. My parents went to retrieve him, and buried him in a spot on our family’s farm where my mother plants to plant flowers or flowering plant of some sort. My mother did not wish to tell me the bad news while I was at work, so she waited. This was what I found in the form of a note when I arrived home.
It has been a hard time for me. It is not just because my cat of 14 years has died. Some people cannot sympathize, and some people do sympathize. However, it is not that simple for me. It stirs up many past pondered thoughts for me. I have never been there when anyone close to me has died. This includes both family members and all of my pets. This time I am not a child, and yet I was not included in the burial arrangements. I come from a family that owns a funeral home, and such subjects are not taboo to us. I had once stated that if anything should happen while my cat was in the care of my parents, that they should make an attempt to inform me immediately. I am not sure if they remembered this statement. I am sure that they just wanted to make it easier for me, so that I would not have to be the responsible one in my time of grief. I will make this my conclusion for the choice that was made.
My life schedule is still so busy. Having changed to second shift from third shift has not necessarily granted me more time, other than to assure myself a decent opportunity to have some decent sleep. Still, there is much to be done. For now, I will reflect upon when I have been and how is has sculpted the path that has lead me here.
With this being said, this sets the stage for my sad return home. My cat, Walter(you all know him as Mr. Poo), has died. It all began last Thursday, when he started to dehydrate and stopped eating. We monitored him Friday, and were able to get him an appointment to see the veterinarian on Saturday morning. He stayed at the veterinary hospital that night, after we had a preemptive diagnosis of possible kidney failure. The doctor called on Sunday and said that he was beginning to rehydrate and that he seemed to be of a better temperament. Sadly, he did not fare morning and afternoon of Monday very well. The doctor called my mother at work, and let her know that the tested showed that his kidneys were indeed failing. I do not know the exact details, but I suspect that he was anesthetized and made to sleep for good. My parents went to retrieve him, and buried him in a spot on our family’s farm where my mother plants to plant flowers or flowering plant of some sort. My mother did not wish to tell me the bad news while I was at work, so she waited. This was what I found in the form of a note when I arrived home.
It has been a hard time for me. It is not just because my cat of 14 years has died. Some people cannot sympathize, and some people do sympathize. However, it is not that simple for me. It stirs up many past pondered thoughts for me. I have never been there when anyone close to me has died. This includes both family members and all of my pets. This time I am not a child, and yet I was not included in the burial arrangements. I come from a family that owns a funeral home, and such subjects are not taboo to us. I had once stated that if anything should happen while my cat was in the care of my parents, that they should make an attempt to inform me immediately. I am not sure if they remembered this statement. I am sure that they just wanted to make it easier for me, so that I would not have to be the responsible one in my time of grief. I will make this my conclusion for the choice that was made.
My life schedule is still so busy. Having changed to second shift from third shift has not necessarily granted me more time, other than to assure myself a decent opportunity to have some decent sleep. Still, there is much to be done. For now, I will reflect upon when I have been and how is has sculpted the path that has lead me here.