Death House
May. 19th, 2012 03:19 pmYesterday, I walked into the house after being given five pounds of potatoes by Janice, only to find my Steve lying as if he were relaxing. As is my habit, I lay down in front of him and began whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He didn't respond. I trailed a finger over his ear. Nothing. Then I ran my hand down his body. It was cold and stiff. Rigor was already beginning to set in.
In the few minutes I was gone from the house, my frail and brave feline had lain down on the floor and succumbed to the spirit of death that seems to permeate this house.
So I am now down to four animals.
Steve hit me hard, though. I tried so many things to make sure his health was at least marginal. He was born with feline herpes and was almost blinded by it. He would have outbreaks every few months that demanded antibiotics. In fact, he had just ended a regiment of the medicine only two days before. I knew he wouldn't live as long as the other cats, but to lose him this way was just very sad.
Diane let me come spend the night at her house last night. I may do the same tonight as well.
In the few minutes I was gone from the house, my frail and brave feline had lain down on the floor and succumbed to the spirit of death that seems to permeate this house.
So I am now down to four animals.
Steve hit me hard, though. I tried so many things to make sure his health was at least marginal. He was born with feline herpes and was almost blinded by it. He would have outbreaks every few months that demanded antibiotics. In fact, he had just ended a regiment of the medicine only two days before. I knew he wouldn't live as long as the other cats, but to lose him this way was just very sad.
Diane let me come spend the night at her house last night. I may do the same tonight as well.