poor cat
She has a mass in her abdomen. He prescribed drops for the eye infection and sent her home.
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Sigh. . .
Still dealing with the sadness from Drew's cat Cookie . . . And right now my sisters are at the vet with our cat Daisy. Daisy is 16. She has always been tiny, but strong and healthy. She hasn't really been eating or drinking much lately and now she's skin and bones. And lethargic. And it looks like she has some sort of infection in her eyes. I picjed her up this morning and started to cry. I think I already know what the vet is going to say. Mr. Kitty just spent a few days at the animal hospital, he had a very treatable infection. He's home now and doing fine. I think my sisters are hoping the vet can treat Daisy and she'll be ok, too. I am not so optimistic.
Another lesson in the rituals of mourning
As if my children needed additional "lessons" . . . Both girls were upset when Drew told them about Cookie. She was their cat, they picked her out at the animal shelter, they chose her name. Drew decided to have the cat cremated, and he wants to spread the ashes in the back yard. Cookie was an indoor cat, she never left the house, but she loved to sit on the window sill and look at all the activity in the yard. He'll get the ashes in 2 weeks. And when the girls come for Thanksgiving we will have a little ceremony to say goodbye.
Cookie
A sweet ginger cat who loved her human family unconditionally. Drew got her 11 years ago, when she was just a kitten. He took Jen and Becca to the animal shelter to pick out a cat. Drew is devastated. And I'm trying to figure out how to tell the girls.
The tablet ate my blog post
Love my new tablet. I have an app for blogger. Lets me type pists and save them to the tablet if I don't want to publish immediately. Spent 20 minutes during lunch typing a post. Tablet lost its 3G connection. And I lost my post.