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One of Those Days
16 years ago
You know the type. Awful, aren't they? Totally miserable. The premise of today's "one of those days" is pets.
My dog, Cleo, had an appointment with the vet this morning, as did my fiendish feline Sally. Turns out, Cleo has cancer, maybe has about 6 months left with us. Meanwhile, senile old Sally has been urinating on everything valued at over $100. So my family kicked her outdoors and intends to put her to sleep the moment I move out. In a month, that is.
So, I returned from the vet mulling over that bad news only to hear my younger brother screeching from upstairs. Of course, I go dashing up to see what the matter is. Now, my brother's rat Delilah has had an abdominal tumor for the past few months. I look into her cage to discover a pool of blood all over the upper level. And the albino rodent is simply rolling in it. It seems her tumor ruptured. There was no way she was going to survive, so my father had me hold her while he gave her a fatal injection. Which was rather unnerving. But nothing could beat watching my little bro cradling her and singing "Hey There Delilah" as she faded away. That pretty much sucked eggs.
So now I'm staring at the rabbit hutch, wondering when he'll kick the bucket. It seems to be the going thing.
What a day this has turned out to be.
My dog, Cleo, had an appointment with the vet this morning, as did my fiendish feline Sally. Turns out, Cleo has cancer, maybe has about 6 months left with us. Meanwhile, senile old Sally has been urinating on everything valued at over $100. So my family kicked her outdoors and intends to put her to sleep the moment I move out. In a month, that is.
So, I returned from the vet mulling over that bad news only to hear my younger brother screeching from upstairs. Of course, I go dashing up to see what the matter is. Now, my brother's rat Delilah has had an abdominal tumor for the past few months. I look into her cage to discover a pool of blood all over the upper level. And the albino rodent is simply rolling in it. It seems her tumor ruptured. There was no way she was going to survive, so my father had me hold her while he gave her a fatal injection. Which was rather unnerving. But nothing could beat watching my little bro cradling her and singing "Hey There Delilah" as she faded away. That pretty much sucked eggs.
So now I'm staring at the rabbit hutch, wondering when he'll kick the bucket. It seems to be the going thing.
What a day this has turned out to be.
