My Operaspeaking of...
Thursday, June 10, 2010 9:38:19 PM
Well, it would seem that today's doom-and-gloom wasn't over this morning. There wasn't any talk of the end of the world, or at least not the whole world. Apparently my Dad heard from the vet about our dog Lightning whom we've had for about 10 years.
Lightning has been having some issues walking for the past week ro so due to being overweight. It turned out she also had arthritis in her joints, most likely from her weight. She's been getting worse and worse in a very short amount of time. It's become an excessive chore for her to move around anywhere. The vet gave us some pain-killers to give her, and they're making her throw-up a lot. Pain or no pain, she's not able to hold hardly any food down: I can't help but feel starving is a pain all into itself. Today, my Dad heard from the vet that any kind of treatment for her would not be inexpensive. It would apparently cost a lot of money just to have her looked at by the right doctor. I don't know where the dilemma ended when my parents talked about it: I didn't stand around to hear the whole thing; I couldn't. I went and took a shower to help myself calm down, but it did the opposite.
Lightning had a brother we appropriately named Thunder who passed away two years ago. I was a couple hundred miles away on a sort-of trip when my Dad called with the news. Thunder and I were close enough, he was adopted for me: he was my dog; and from a couple hundred miles away I spent about half the day in tears. I wasn't even there. I couldn't imagine what it was like being here when it happened: and it was my Dad's birthday.
But it wasn't Thunder I as thinking about that got me bent out of shape. It wasn't even Lightning. It was Mischief, my cat. He is as old as I am and I have quite literally known him for my entire life so far. I don't even know how I will react to him passing on.
So I basically spent my entire shower crying.
Just when I think I can't feel anything anymore, I imagine losing a part of me, and the crushing uncertainty of how it will hit me destroys me.
-R
Lightning has been having some issues walking for the past week ro so due to being overweight. It turned out she also had arthritis in her joints, most likely from her weight. She's been getting worse and worse in a very short amount of time. It's become an excessive chore for her to move around anywhere. The vet gave us some pain-killers to give her, and they're making her throw-up a lot. Pain or no pain, she's not able to hold hardly any food down: I can't help but feel starving is a pain all into itself. Today, my Dad heard from the vet that any kind of treatment for her would not be inexpensive. It would apparently cost a lot of money just to have her looked at by the right doctor. I don't know where the dilemma ended when my parents talked about it: I didn't stand around to hear the whole thing; I couldn't. I went and took a shower to help myself calm down, but it did the opposite.
Lightning had a brother we appropriately named Thunder who passed away two years ago. I was a couple hundred miles away on a sort-of trip when my Dad called with the news. Thunder and I were close enough, he was adopted for me: he was my dog; and from a couple hundred miles away I spent about half the day in tears. I wasn't even there. I couldn't imagine what it was like being here when it happened: and it was my Dad's birthday.
But it wasn't Thunder I as thinking about that got me bent out of shape. It wasn't even Lightning. It was Mischief, my cat. He is as old as I am and I have quite literally known him for my entire life so far. I don't even know how I will react to him passing on.
So I basically spent my entire shower crying.
Just when I think I can't feel anything anymore, I imagine losing a part of me, and the crushing uncertainty of how it will hit me destroys me.
-R
