On Monday evening, I put my beloved companion of nearly fourteen years (about half my life) to sleep. When we came home from our honeymoon, Kitty Girl became ill, and was diagnosed with stage 4 CRF (chronic renal failure, aka kidney failure). We’ve spent the last month and a half hoping that she would plateau and spend many more months with us–or even years. But despite the dietary changes and the daily subcutaneous fluids, her condition gradually deteriorated until last Thursday, when her vet gave us a week, tops. We spent the weekend cuddling, eating salmon cream cheese and tuna, and saying goodbye, but due to her continued deterioration we had to take her in to be put to sleep Monday. It’s been a really rough week since then; I expect her to climb on me purring when I wake up in the mornings, or to be sitting on the toilet waiting for me to finish showering, or to start crinkling about on a nice piece of paper. There’s a furry pudding-shaped hole in my life.
I’m sorry to be a drag, but I wanted to say why I haven’t been posting recently, and also to be a bit self-indulgent by sharing her.I’ve spent countless hours lying in bed or on the couch with Kitty Girl, reading, and she was nearly always on my lap while I worked at my desk trying to get book reports posted. She also had a bizarre affinity for books, always rubbing her face on then, and sometimes making sweet, sweet love to them. I’ve mentioned her a time or two before.
Time to get back to work.