Posts Tagged: Little Bit

I Put A Hit Out On My Cat

photo (5)It’s not funny, but it’s true. Little Bit is sick and she isn’t getting better. It’s time. Our regular vet, who’s awesome, gave me the name of another vet (I’m calling her Dr. Catvorkian to protect her identity.) who’ll come to our home to put her down. I don’t want the last thing Bit sees to be green clinic walls. I want her to die in the brown chair where she likes to sleep by the big window looking into the back yard. So, I sent the emails and it’s all arranged. I put a hit out on my cat.

I know what day and what time she’s going to die, which seems so crazy and surreal I can’t even explain. I can’t believe I just arranged for my cat’s death. It feels criminal, like I’m totally doing something against the laws of nature. It’s even harder now for me to imagine how people put out hits on other people! If I seem to be making light of the situation, I guess maybe I am – or at least I’m trying to. It’s how I cope. Inappropriate humor. It’s my friend.

In reality,  I can barely breathe. I’m a snotty mess. In fact, it’s all I can do to write this small post to let you know where I am and why I don’t feel like writing much these days. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’ll keep updating the Facebook page, so you can keep in touch there if you like, but, in the meantime, please don’t forget my little blog.

When to Say When

Well, life bit the shit out of me on Friday. I was riding a wave of happiness into the weekend. I had silly, immature plans for a bag of cheese puffs sending me into fits of giggles when I left the office on Friday, but I was sobbing uncontrollably and blowing snot bubbles by the time I pulled into my driveway that evening. It’s funny how things can turn on a dime like that.

I think I’ve mentioned somewhere in here or on Facebook that Little Bit, our 14 year old stoner kitty, has a bum liver. I’ve known this for a while, but she’s been doing really well with the medicine the vet prescribes and, honestly, I believe in living in denial whenever possible. Friday I took her in for a follow-up and the vet gave me a reality check, along with a brochure on END OF LIFE PLANNING FOR YOUR PET. Needless to say, any plans for blogging about penis-shaped snack foods got shelved.

Little Bit spent the weekend lying in the sun, eating whatever (and I mean WHATEVER) she wanted, and getting lots of love. Rupert’s pretty sure he’s being punished for something. He just can’t figure out what. I can tell Little Bit still doesn’t feel well. The medicine is helping, but it’s not going to fix her up like it has in the past. This really, really sucks. How do I know when to say when?Bit