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Note to self, the time for a cathartic moment is NOT while driving. Thankfully I was able to get it together and stay in the road. I'm sitting in the car line waiting for Kiley now, so I wanted to write it out to get the rest off my mind before I drive again.

I felt the need to listen to Paula Cole today, so I started this morning, then was interrupted by my therapist. I had a virtual appointment I had forgotten about. So we talked about my holiday and how I've been feeling overwhelmed and stressed and afraid that I won't be able to leave. Just all these feelings that my life is just going to be stuck here forever.

After that I had lunch and then got in the car, resuming my music where I had left off. When Throwing Stones ) came on, I turned it up. Its always been one of my favorites. It's a good angry song to belt out. I got to the bold lyrics and it just hit me. The parallels.

I just. Can life stop being so hard?

RIP Punkin

Jul. 25th, 2018 10:49 am
lavenderspark: (sad)


This girl came to me as a birthday gift my junior year of high school. Her previous owners said she was too much trouble. She was so tiny when I got her. I litter trained her and weaned her off the artificial milk her previous owners were feeding her.

For almost twenty years she was my shadow. Her sweet little face would pop up any time I had food or appeared to have a blanket. She loved snuggling and burrowing under blankets.

The last few years her health steadily became worse. She was diagnosed with kidney disease and we knew she wouldn't have much time, but were hopeful that she would make it another year.

She still loved food and meowing at odd hours and would play with her toy mouse like a kitten. She was always on the lookout for a lap to keep warm or just for cuddles.

When she came back from her stay in the emergency vet, she was different. Slower, unsteady. Her heart and her kidneys started working against each other. She was no longer absorbing her sub-q fluids properly. Her body just couldn't process them any more. She lost the ability to do much of anything on her own.

I spent my nights helping her on and off the bed so she could still snuggle with me. We had to put towels in our laps so she could sit with us during the day.

But through it all, her eyes never lost their bright light. She could no longer meow above a whisper, but she still begged for food whenever I was cooking.

It made my decision so much harder. I could still see life in that tiny face. But she could barely walk and couldn't absorb her fluids. If I let her go on her own it would mean dying of dehydration. That is an awful death I don't wish upon anyone.

I made the decision to euthanize her on Monday morning. I felt it looming over me. There were moments I looked at her and wanted to take it back. But then I had to wash her face because she wasn't able to or watch her stumble and fall because her back legs were too weak to support her.

I didn't want her to suffer or feel pain more than she already did. With kidney disease, high blood pressure, a heart murmur, arthritis, and possible diabetes, a natural death would not have been pleasant for her.

But on Monday morning when I tried to guide her into her crate, she fought. She never fights her crate. She hates it, but she's always gone in with minor guidance. I think she knew what was coming. When we got into the exam room and they gave her the IV, she tried everything to get down/away. She came to me pawing at me, meowing her tiny whisper. It took everything I had to not pick her up and go home.

Even now I question whether or not she was really ready. If maybe she had more time in her. I took that choice away. I can only hope that I did right by her and that she's at peace.

I still look for her sweet little face to come around the corner. I struggle with going to sleep at night without her curled up against my knees. I walk past where her food dish used to be and my heart hurts.

She was my comfort when I lost Circe, but now my house is empty. For the first time in my life I don't have a pet. No furry body to bury my face in and cry. No kitty purrs to comfort me. And I'm struggling.
lavenderspark: (flowers)
Got a visit from my Circe kittylast night. He hasn't visited in a while and it was nice to see him. I could feel his fur and smell his little kitty scent. He seemed happy.

I always worry about the health of my other kitty whenever he visits, but this time I think it was because a friend just had to put her kitty down. So I think he was just coming to comfort me like he used to. I miss his little fluffy face.
lavenderspark: (flowers)
Had a weird dream.

Left my husband and randomly started dating Chris Hardwick. And by randomly, I mean we met at some party and started dating. Not sure what kind of party I would be at that he would also be at, but it wasn't like an event or anything, it was at someone's house. I do remember being in shock/disbelief (in the dream) that I was dating a celebrity.

As the dream went on though, my ex became a guy I dated on and off in high school and we had a young daughter (before I didn't have a kid at all) and I was dating a Chris Hardwick look alike.

It ended with me and some friends and my mom (though she wasn't my actual mom, I can't remember now who she was) searching for my daughter at my house from high school. Things hadn't ended well with my ex and she was with him, but it was late and I didn't want to wake her/deal with him, so I decided to leave them alone until morning.

Not sure what any of that is supposed to mean.

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