As you all know I've been in Florida visiting my parents for what was supposed to be a week.
I was supposed to fly home yesterday, but all flights into NY
were canceled because of the weather and I couldn't get another flight out
till tomorrow evening (and I think I got the last seat on that) so I've
been down here an extra two days--saw my dad today again in the nursing
home, which I hadn't planned on so it was nice.
The "and..." is that my cat/house sitter called to tell me that Dinah, my 17
year old ailing cat (she's been ailing for a year), died this morning.
Peacefully, in the bathroom. He found her there. If I'd gotten home last
night I would have been home when this happened--although possibly not
awake.
I've posted about her on here and there are plenty of photos of her (the orange calico) on my flickr account. She was a bitch, but she was MY bitch.
She's had health problems for awhile and I stopped taking her to the vet
over a year ago, when he said there wasn't much to be done for her except
hydration, which was NOT going to happen--she's never stand for it; she
hated going to the vet, puking coming and going and doing worse at times.
I saw no purpose in torturing her and am glad she's gone quickly and (I
hope) painlessly. That's what I'd hoped for. Poor Gordon L will be
kindly taking the body to the vet around the corner first thing in the
morning to have her cremated for me. I owe him a big one. I think he was
more upset than I am.
RIP my sweet, monstrous Dinah.
I was supposed to fly home yesterday, but all flights into NY
were canceled because of the weather and I couldn't get another flight out
till tomorrow evening (and I think I got the last seat on that) so I've
been down here an extra two days--saw my dad today again in the nursing
home, which I hadn't planned on so it was nice.
The "and..." is that my cat/house sitter called to tell me that Dinah, my 17
year old ailing cat (she's been ailing for a year), died this morning.
Peacefully, in the bathroom. He found her there. If I'd gotten home last
night I would have been home when this happened--although possibly not
awake.
I've posted about her on here and there are plenty of photos of her (the orange calico) on my flickr account. She was a bitch, but she was MY bitch.
She's had health problems for awhile and I stopped taking her to the vet
over a year ago, when he said there wasn't much to be done for her except
hydration, which was NOT going to happen--she's never stand for it; she
hated going to the vet, puking coming and going and doing worse at times.
I saw no purpose in torturing her and am glad she's gone quickly and (I
hope) painlessly. That's what I'd hoped for. Poor Gordon L will be
kindly taking the body to the vet around the corner first thing in the
morning to have her cremated for me. I owe him a big one. I think he was
more upset than I am.
RIP my sweet, monstrous Dinah.