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15 years ago
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I no longer have any childhood pets. Awesome.
We had to put Cali down on Friday after she stopped eating and became rather weak and lethargic. She had started acting this way at the beginning of the week before and I watched it gradually worsen. We took her in for an assessment Wednesday, hoping for the best case scenario, (a blockage or something that could be fixed), but expecting the worst, (kidney failure or any equivalently incurable disease). The long and short of it is, we brought her home that night, they called back with the bloodwork results and confirmed it was kidney failure, something that 1 in 2 cats will die off. Both of mine died because of it, what luck.
We took her in Thursday, as they thought if they flushed the toxins, she might get better, although the damage to the kidneys was irreversible. We could have packed it in then, but they had given us the option and it would have really bugged me if we hadn't at least tried. On Friday, they called saying she wasn't getting any better and the heart murmur the vet found when examining her had gotten worse. He figured she was probably in pain and she probably wouldn't make it through the night. They leave after 9, so she'd be alone and that would've plagued me further, had something happened. I came home from work to find out we were heading out to say goodbye.
It was just as hard as it was with Patches and Bailey, but with the added sting of losing my last childhood pet, who I've had since I was 6. I pretty much went and laid down on my bed as soon as I got home, not leaving my room for about 16 hours, (this includes sleeping, 745pm-noon next day. Good thing was I didn't have to work the next day).
What bothers me now isn't the loss, but rather how I've seemingly repressed the whole thing into believing it never happened and even to the point where it feels like we never had her and nothing was lost. This is very disconcerting for me, as it goes beyond denial, or the simple notion of, "I can't believe she's gone." I have no idea why I would feel this way other than my brain supressing the trauma, but it wasn't like this with my other two pets. I still can recall the events of the night and memories of her, but they have that far, distant haze memories get when time has raged on by.
In any event, I guess this is me grieving, but I'm trying to unsupress it.
In other news, I bought a new guitar. New being relative, in that I didn't own it before. It's an early 1970s Mann Les Paul knockoff, commonly referred to as "lawsuit" guitars. I'll put a collage together and post it. My organ pedals project is also nearing completion. My buddy came over and helped me solder them up, and they now work perfectly. Only thing I need to do is build the casing for it and finish it up, I can't wait.
I've also got another work in progress I forgot to upload with that batch I posted a while back and perhaps another one or two I've been working on/plan to record soon.
Yup.
We had to put Cali down on Friday after she stopped eating and became rather weak and lethargic. She had started acting this way at the beginning of the week before and I watched it gradually worsen. We took her in for an assessment Wednesday, hoping for the best case scenario, (a blockage or something that could be fixed), but expecting the worst, (kidney failure or any equivalently incurable disease). The long and short of it is, we brought her home that night, they called back with the bloodwork results and confirmed it was kidney failure, something that 1 in 2 cats will die off. Both of mine died because of it, what luck.
We took her in Thursday, as they thought if they flushed the toxins, she might get better, although the damage to the kidneys was irreversible. We could have packed it in then, but they had given us the option and it would have really bugged me if we hadn't at least tried. On Friday, they called saying she wasn't getting any better and the heart murmur the vet found when examining her had gotten worse. He figured she was probably in pain and she probably wouldn't make it through the night. They leave after 9, so she'd be alone and that would've plagued me further, had something happened. I came home from work to find out we were heading out to say goodbye.
It was just as hard as it was with Patches and Bailey, but with the added sting of losing my last childhood pet, who I've had since I was 6. I pretty much went and laid down on my bed as soon as I got home, not leaving my room for about 16 hours, (this includes sleeping, 745pm-noon next day. Good thing was I didn't have to work the next day).
What bothers me now isn't the loss, but rather how I've seemingly repressed the whole thing into believing it never happened and even to the point where it feels like we never had her and nothing was lost. This is very disconcerting for me, as it goes beyond denial, or the simple notion of, "I can't believe she's gone." I have no idea why I would feel this way other than my brain supressing the trauma, but it wasn't like this with my other two pets. I still can recall the events of the night and memories of her, but they have that far, distant haze memories get when time has raged on by.
In any event, I guess this is me grieving, but I'm trying to unsupress it.
In other news, I bought a new guitar. New being relative, in that I didn't own it before. It's an early 1970s Mann Les Paul knockoff, commonly referred to as "lawsuit" guitars. I'll put a collage together and post it. My organ pedals project is also nearing completion. My buddy came over and helped me solder them up, and they now work perfectly. Only thing I need to do is build the casing for it and finish it up, I can't wait.
I've also got another work in progress I forgot to upload with that batch I posted a while back and perhaps another one or two I've been working on/plan to record soon.
Yup.
I'm sorry about your cat, friend. I think maybe you subconsciously were prepared for this day and that's why you kind of just rolled over it like that. I'm a bad one to talk though, because I always do that, even with people. I'm not insensitive or have some sort of psychosis or anything, I just take death as an inevitability, not a negative or positive thing. Anyway, I'm rambling... I look forward to the pictures of the Les Paul, that is a nice score you found.
I may just get a pic of the Mann up tonight, I took a bunch of pictures, just need to put them together. My epi's in the shop right now getting a new nut and bridge, so I've been playing the Mann a lot and quite like it. It handles differently than my epi, which is nice in that I can mix up my sound a bit more, instead of using the same guitar for absolutely everything.