In the hat.
Okay, I promise not to write a few lines and just close my browser window.
Well then... time for another entry in my online companion. Even though I spend most of my time stalking through facebook searching for people I used to know, I still keep good ol' LJ as my start page. Some habits die hard (4.0).
When I was coming home from my christmas vacation last year, I was looking forward to easing back into the old routine of work and such... computer this and renting movies that. When I opened my apartment door, everything went sour.
My cat was sick, not like 'oh, I left my kitty alone for a week and now she's mopey and mad at me.' She had stopped eating, drinking and for all intents and purposes moving. I took her to the vet to find out she had an extremely low red blood cell count and unless I gave my consent to an immediate blood transfusion, we'd have to put her to sleep.
Eighteen-hundred CAN dollars later, she was making a slow recovery, but I was anxious, depressed and otherwise numb about anything and everything (an overreaction, I'm sure, but true nonetheless).
I still worry about it (much, much less than I used to), but I'm sure that she'll be fine from here until the next bit of 'life happening'.
~John
Well then... time for another entry in my online companion. Even though I spend most of my time stalking through facebook searching for people I used to know, I still keep good ol' LJ as my start page. Some habits die hard (4.0).
When I was coming home from my christmas vacation last year, I was looking forward to easing back into the old routine of work and such... computer this and renting movies that. When I opened my apartment door, everything went sour.
My cat was sick, not like 'oh, I left my kitty alone for a week and now she's mopey and mad at me.' She had stopped eating, drinking and for all intents and purposes moving. I took her to the vet to find out she had an extremely low red blood cell count and unless I gave my consent to an immediate blood transfusion, we'd have to put her to sleep.
Eighteen-hundred CAN dollars later, she was making a slow recovery, but I was anxious, depressed and otherwise numb about anything and everything (an overreaction, I'm sure, but true nonetheless).
I still worry about it (much, much less than I used to), but I'm sure that she'll be fine from here until the next bit of 'life happening'.
~John