Itâ€™s been such a long time since Iâ€™ve written anything about the goings-on here at Chez Gique.
Why? Iâ€™ve been putting stuff off, and avoiding my desktop computer, and not using the laptop because it seems really slow and pokey now, and a whole host of reasons. The backlog of Stuff I Need To Do and the backlog of Stuff I Should Blog About is justâ€¦ enormous, and the tools at my disposal (newish iPhone, newish iPad mini) are usually being used for important stuff like reading about someone doing something worng on the Internets, or playing Minion Rush.
So anyway, a list, in emotional bombshell order, of stuff thatâ€™s on my mind or on my chest that I need to put into words and deal with.
Riley died on August 31. I have a lot of photos on my phone of him, and even more on my desktop, but not many of him from the last couple of months, because his lymphoma just made him so, so skinny. I tried, in a last ditch effort, to get him on a more beefed up drug regimen and it seemed to be helping at first, but he couldnâ€™t hang on to any nutrition no matter what we did.
Finally, the last week it looked pretty dire, as I had time off that week and spent a lot of time holding him and trying to get him to eat. On the Sunday, he stood over his water dish with this befuddled â€œwhat do I do now?â€ attitude and was unable to lap up any water. He was unsteady on his feet and as David and I looked at him, aghast, I thought â€œOh, heâ€™s doneâ€¦. heâ€™s just so tired.â€ It seemed like the last-ditch, full-bore heroics route would just prolong the inevitable, since he was dehydrated anyway and I could only get him to take a few squirts of water by mouth with a syringe.
I held him as he rested from the effort to try to get him to drink and eat (he pretty much turned away from offered food, and the oral syringe was clearly causing him to stress out). And David and I decided, well, weâ€™d fought hard and Riley had fought hard, and our vetâ€™s office, though closed, had an outgoing message that recommended a nearby 24/7 emergency pet hospital for out-of-hours problems (it was a Sunday, after all). So we packed Riley into his favorite basket (not the usual carrier), and we went over there while I held him on my lap and petted him. He looked around a little, like.. â€œwhuâ€¦. whutâ€™s goinâ€™ on?â€ but he didnâ€™t cry and wasnâ€™t too fussed. And so on and so forth; the vet evaluated him, talked to us about options, and agreed with us that it was time. We stayed with him, petting him and talking to him, through the very end. The vet left us alone with him for as long as we needed.
We left without out our dear friend and companion, but before leaving him alone on the cold steel examining table, I made sureâ€¦ I just had to make him a cozy kitty one last time, it was this thing I would always do. We were leaving a towel behind, and I wrapped him up in a little nest the way he had liked. It was a very final farewell, because as I handled him it was made crystal clear to me that he was gone. We left, quickly, and went home to clear things away and clean up the area where his bowls and food had been stored. Later that day, we went to a family barbecue and wondered what the hell had happened to us â€“ felt like weâ€™d been blindsided. Little did we knowâ€¦ but the house has been awfully quiet since then.
We miss him and will continue to mourn him for a long time.
As it happens, he had a stash of meds and food that could be donated back to our regular vet to help someone elseâ€™s cat, so yesterday I finally made time to head over there with a bagful of high-nutrition kitten food, drugs, supplies, and some other canned stuff that was refundable. Actually, I was in the neighborhood because of the next development in order of emotional bombshellness.
So I walked in to Arlington Cat Clinic and dropped off all the goodies and chatted with Adelle at the front desk, and looked at the current cat-in-residence whoâ€™s available for adoption â€“ her name is Gabby and she looked like a sweet girl tabby. Then one of the techs walked to the back with a small cat carrier that was emitting a series of tiny little squeaks.
What was it? a Meezer kitten â€“ a Siamese that had been found in someoneâ€™s window well. It required hand feeding because it was so tiny. It was just a week or two old.
When I was growing up, my childhood cat Beebee had several litters of kittens, until my mom finally decided to get her spayed (or as I thought it was pronounced, â€œspadedâ€). So it had been many years since Iâ€™d held a wee Meezer kitty, and it was just big enough to fill one hand. Its eyes were open but its ears were still placed far down on the side of its skull â€“ as the kitty grows, the ears sort of migrate from the sides to the top because the space between them doesnâ€™t increase that much.
So it cried and went â€œeee! EEE!!â€ while I held it under my chin while I cried and went â€œawâ€¦ AWWWWWâ€, and the tears started to come. Adelle came up and asked me something about Rileyâ€™s stuff that Iâ€™d dropped off. So I cuddled it a bit and handed it back for more feeding, knowing that we couldnâ€™t possibly handle another cat for a long while yet. We need to take some time.
But boy, it sure is going to be cute, and there are some siblings and the mom that someone else brought in, so if you want to get your name in, check with Arlington Cat Clinic, they have a lot of other kittens and cats available for adoption that are currrently fostered out. Although they don’t take cats in, they do have their… network of minions that make sure that cats have someplace to stay while waiting to be placed.
Here’s a video that they made, featuring hospital cat and Head of Security, Dr Leon. I didn’t see him on our recent visits, so I hope he’s okay, he was a big help when I had to re-learn how to pill Riley a couple of years ago.
So that brings me to the next thing on my mind.
Itâ€™s a wonderful thing that Davidâ€™s dad Sheldon and his lovely lady Linda live near us, as we can get together with them so easily now, with no hour-long drive to their home. We attended a family barbecue (the day we lost Riley) and then a week later, there was another family barbecue â€“ so easy now to gather the family, we couldnâ€™t be happier for Dad and Linda.
At that second barbecue, we met some new extended family (close family to Linda). It was a very nice time, but there was a lot of hubbub and people milling about, so it was kind of hard to visit with everyone. Some of Lindaâ€™s family members were traveling on to the next part of a long-planned vacation, and they were very excited about that. I wish I had spent more time talking with them. REALLY wish.
A few days after the second barbecue, Sheldon texted me to call him, and got shocking news; one of Lindaâ€™s family, that we met for the first time that Sunday, had passed away suddenly, and Linda was already on her way to an Eastern city to be with other family members who were left waiting for everyone to get home from the west coast vacation. Thereâ€™s a lot to leave unsaid, but it was completely unexpected, although the family member did have a chronic illness that ultimately wasnâ€™t the direct cause of death.
It was just. awful and so very sudden. You just can never tell what comes next (or not) in life.
So to make things easier for Shel, I went over several times this week to help him with Lindaâ€™s cats, and then he went East for the services. I was happy to do something to help Linda so she wouldnâ€™t have to worry, and I was happy to spend time with cats that I could feed, pet, and say “bye-bye” and head home. Shel and Linda got home earlier today, and her family are gathering themselves together after dealing with the services and all the people wanting to help them â€“ there was an outpouring of love, and it was very inspiring, according to Linda. But still, in the end, the family is left to pick themselves up and go on, so they will.
Aside from the crappy end to the summer, itâ€™s been greatâ€¦ um and now itâ€™s going to be fall soon, as the weather seems to have gone colder and wetter awfully early.
Thatâ€™s about it for the catch-up, now to see if this draft makes it to the server.
Crossposted from the backup site on WordPress.com, http://blogularasa.wordpress.com/.
David has updated the servers, and moved stuff around, so for now at least, I’m blogging again.