Not the best of mornings so far. Anyone have any recipes for turning weary and sorrowfull into energy and joy? Felix's vet visit did not have the desired outcome. The vet was not able to get a urine sample or a stool sample. They had to give him subcutaneous fluids for dehydration and when they tried to give him an enema, they found an obstruciton instead. They referred us to a specialist, his bootie is all swelled up from them messing around down there, he still purrs like a kitten and is all lovey, and I cried by eyes out, and had two allergy attacks. I didn't get to sleep until late, feel like my eyes weigh eight pounds each, took my antibiotics only to discover that the breakfast burrito I splurged on (take with food or have stomach problems) has disappeared. There is a milk and a hole in the bag. I pulled up my email and the word of the day email I get daily from Webster-Meriam is 'woebegone' and the example sentence is: "Jerry's face had the woebegone expression of a man who had just lost a beloved pet." I thought I was going to be ok today, but I'm already crying. I have three goals today; make Felix's appointment with specialist, get through rest of day without crying, go home and go to bed. Poor Frank, Felix has been his buddy for so long, and on top of it, Yancy now has a huge tumor causing her tons of pain in her right wrist area. Frank's being so strong and keeps telling me that everything will be ok. Now...Off to doing my work and enough cathartic dilly dallying.
Word(s) of the day: HAMSTERDANCE HITS
Lexie log: My sweet little angel. Grammy has been through cat trauma at least seven times over the last twenty years, so just having her there yesterday was comforting, knowing that she knew exactly how I felt and that it would be ok. Lexie amazed me. I came out of the clinic and tears started to come as we waited for them to bring Felix back out. Grammy stood Lexie up in a shopping cart and we stood outside for a minute or two. Lexie was immediately keen that something was upsetting me, and as soon as she saw my tears, she put her tiny hand on my forearm, looked me in the eyes, and said in her sweetest voice, "It's OK Mommy, I love you." I love you two babygirl.
Today I'm grateful for Felix, Frank and Lexie, Mom, visine, taquitos, Dad, and sleep. Goodnight.
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Rachel,
I just want to let you know you're not alone in your grief. Felix, as you know, changed my opinion of cats for all time, and I will never forget him. My heart aches to think of the pain, humiliation and malaise he must be going through. He will always be my hero.
Just wanted you to know that.
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