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askye at 07:59pm on 05/08/2004
askye at 07:59pm on 05/08/2004I taped Rescue Me but haven't watched it...since my day turned shitty I'm putting off to tomorrow. I love this show and ... I really don't think I want to read fanfic for it. Altough I may change my mind. After watching the premiere one of my first thoughts was "Someone could make an incredible vid for this."
Officially my week sucks. God I don't want to go in tomorrow, but it's Friday and I can at least wear really comfortable clothes. If I put some in the wash. And shave my legs.
Also I found out that the neighborhood cat, M (Well Mom's neighborhood cat) died a natural death. He was, the best we can figure, somewhere between 18-20 yrs old. 18 at least. He used to belong to people who lived one townhouse down from Mom, but they moved...they got a sailboat and decided to live on it...because they had two cats and one had FIV, they took the cat with FIV. M was taken care of by a variety of people. Partly Mom, partly another neighbor of hers, some people a block over. The people a block over moved and left him. So he went back to being a neighborhood cat...I'm a little misty one what happened next. But last year M kept coming back to Mom's house. He was very old looking, skinny, wrinkles around his ears, but Mom fed him and worried after him. Turns out there were 3 other households feeding him, but he never gained any weight. Mom gave him worm medicine and put Advantage on him. Finally one of the households took him in. Gave him a nice comfy bed to sleep in, took him to the vet, made sure he had lots of food and water and love. M was going blind, incontinent and there was something wrong with his hip, but he still got around.
AFter the vet visit the couple taking care of M decided that they would do everythign they could to make him comfortable and happy but wouldn't try to ever prolong his life.
About 2 weeks ago the man went outside and saw M having a seizure. He took M inside when it was over, put him in his bed, got him some water, and then petted him until M was purring. There was a phone call and the man went to get it. When he got back M was dead.
Even when M was scrawny, limping, and with wrinkly ears and barely able to meow, he still managed to dominate Mom's cat. Mom's cat (big heavy fella) would take one look at M and run for cover.
Officially my week sucks. God I don't want to go in tomorrow, but it's Friday and I can at least wear really comfortable clothes. If I put some in the wash. And shave my legs.
Also I found out that the neighborhood cat, M (Well Mom's neighborhood cat) died a natural death. He was, the best we can figure, somewhere between 18-20 yrs old. 18 at least. He used to belong to people who lived one townhouse down from Mom, but they moved...they got a sailboat and decided to live on it...because they had two cats and one had FIV, they took the cat with FIV. M was taken care of by a variety of people. Partly Mom, partly another neighbor of hers, some people a block over. The people a block over moved and left him. So he went back to being a neighborhood cat...I'm a little misty one what happened next. But last year M kept coming back to Mom's house. He was very old looking, skinny, wrinkles around his ears, but Mom fed him and worried after him. Turns out there were 3 other households feeding him, but he never gained any weight. Mom gave him worm medicine and put Advantage on him. Finally one of the households took him in. Gave him a nice comfy bed to sleep in, took him to the vet, made sure he had lots of food and water and love. M was going blind, incontinent and there was something wrong with his hip, but he still got around.
AFter the vet visit the couple taking care of M decided that they would do everythign they could to make him comfortable and happy but wouldn't try to ever prolong his life.
About 2 weeks ago the man went outside and saw M having a seizure. He took M inside when it was over, put him in his bed, got him some water, and then petted him until M was purring. There was a phone call and the man went to get it. When he got back M was dead.
Even when M was scrawny, limping, and with wrinkly ears and barely able to meow, he still managed to dominate Mom's cat. Mom's cat (big heavy fella) would take one look at M and run for cover.
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