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A Strange Day...
So, I’m sitting here at the computer all day, working on Prospero Regained.
I cannot move around because I hurt my foot. The kids are home due to snow, so I’ve been making them help each other.
In the kitchen, my cat is dying…or maybe she is gone already. I sat with her for a while this morning, but I haven’t been able to get back in there. Juss thinks she is gone. Orville said he didn’t want her to die in the house, but I pointed out that we could hardly put our dear sick cat, who is but a shadow of her former self, out in the cold. Ping-Ping keeps laughing. She always laughs at subjects that have to do with “finishing” or “go to die.”
The electricity keeps going out. John left work at 4. It is now nearly 8 and he is still stuck in traffic. I ordered food…pizza and Chinese. The amazing Chinese guys got through…so Ping-Ping and I ate, but it’s been two and a half hours and there is no sign of the pizza. So the boys are starving. They’re settling for snow bowls (snow with maple syrup, an old favorite, but hardly a meal.)
A very, very strange day.
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I'm so sorry about your cat. When our last cat passed away several years ago, he had taken to sleeping in the bathtub, where it was cooler. He didn't take his last breath in the tub, but in my lap while I sat on the bathroom floor, holding him. Like you, I wouldn't have put him out for all the world.
Thanks. She was the second of our three to go. It wasn't as hard as with the first one...who was so dear to me. But she was still an excellent, excellent cat.
About your foot, and the rest of it, but especially the cat. I wonder if it's because Ping Ping really doesn't like cats that she's having such a reaction.
Even so, I know it hurts your heart.
So far, Steve has dealt with the dying cats for me. None have gone peacefully (mostly traffic), but he did hold them. And bury them. Such a hard thing with the weather this way.
There's a sweet kids' book, Cat Heaven, that offers some solace.
I just was not as upset this time...I think because I saw it coming for a longer time. We did pray. Juss was really sad.
Ping-Ping doesn't like cats. That is part of it...but she laughs about death in general...It doesn't bother me much anymore because now I expect it...but I do wonder if she has something to deal with when she' older behind it all.
I'm very sorry to hear about your cat :( I know how losing a pet can be. One of the things I did, when I lost Sage, was write a little eulogy remembering our time together. It did seem to make it easier.
That's a nice idea. Maybe Juss and I could write a poem for the two cats who have gone on.
Brinna was over 14 and a half, so I feel she had a good long life...on the other hand, I've known her longer than my kids and I think it will be a while before I stop looking around for her.
Thank you. Because of the snow and my foot, it was such a surrealistic day that I think I took everything more calmly than I might have. The whole day seems strangly dreamlike.
I'm very sorry for the loss of your kitty. I hope she wasn't in pain.
Ping Ping may be laughing because she is nervous, and it's a way of dispelling, at least temporarily, some of the tension she's feeling because of the sadness in the air. Instead of being callous, she may be extremely sensitive, and not knowing how to express herself.
My husband has pointed out that calousness is a natural outcome of being cut off from a family. In many ways, she is very balanced and normal...but this one thing is different.
Also, she has probably experienced difficult things that we may never know which is why she may sometimes have unusual emotional reactions.
BTW, it's pizza again tomorrow so she may want to bring something more to her taste. There is a microwave at the school.
And by tomorrow, I meant Sunday.
Ah, Pizza. The Pizza I ordered last night never did arrive. I wonder if I was charged for it.
Maybe they will give you coupons for additional pizza.
I eventually called...they said they recredited everyone's cards. We ordered again and had pizza yesterday.
Well, callouses protect tender spots, so I think we're both right.
I hope your foot feel better, and you are having a better day.
My foot is greatly improved. Thanks.
John did not get home until midnight...having spent 8 hours on his normally 1 hr during rush hour drive. Then he had to go out again because a friend was stranded in the cold.
Lots of praying but all went well.
Eight hours of white-knuckled driving... I used to commute, and I had my share of poor driving conditions, especially ice, but it never lasted for eight hours. That would be exhausting.
So sorry to hear about your cat. I know what it's like to lose a longtime pet; when my cat died at 17 she'd been with me for more than half my life. Years later, I still miss her.
I was not quite as close to this cat as I was to the one who passed last spring or my cat from when I was a child, but she was a wonderful and loving cat. She brought us great joy for many years.
I love reading Near Death Experiences where people are met by their pets. I like to think they're out there somewhere.
"I love reading Near Death Experiences where people are met by their pets. I like to think they're out there somewhere."
Nothing is lost.
Eye has not seen, nor ear has heard, after all, what waits for us...
The pizza never did arrive.
My foot is much better, but not 100% yet. But MUCH better. I'm limping,but I can walk around.