Volpone
Zombie Hunter
I can finally die. Well that's fucking dark, but perversely comforting. Before I always had to make it home because I lived by myself with no nearby family and a dog and a cat, so if anything happened to me there would be a danger of them starving to death before someone found them. At any rate, they'd likely be shuffled off to a miserable life at some pound. The Dog died in March. Broke my heart. I've probably cried more in the past 3 months than in the entire rest of my life. And I took care of both parents while they were dying of cancer. So it was just me and The Cat. Until she started acting strange and stopped eating. She's a very furry cat so it was hard to tell if she'd been losing weight. I picked her up and got on the scale at one point but I think my arithmetic was off because it seemed like she was as heavy as ever. But it was obvious that she wasn't eating much. Eventually she even lost interest in canned cat food. Then she stopped laying on the back of the couch and took to laying on the floor behind the couch. Her entire personality changed too and she lost interest in things she'd loved. This week it was impossible to avoid how much muscle mass she'd lost and I called the vet. They were able to get her in yesterday. Blood work came back today. Pretty much every major organ was failing so I brought her in this morning and now she's buried next to The Dog, out by the neighbor's horses.
This morning was odd. She wanted to go outside. Now when she used to want to go outside, it was always for a few minutes, max, but this morning she walked all around the backyard, investigated a couple of the buildings, and spent an hour out there, before things got miserably hot. So when the vet called, I pretty much knew what he was going to say, even before he came to the point. Odd, how she seemed to know it was time. It reminded me of going out to walk around the farm with my Mom in the spring, when she was dying.
So now I've just got to get a will in place so I don't give all my money to my idiot brother, who will squander it piecemeal. I mean, my cousins will also probably squander it piecemeal, but at least they haven't blown big piles of money already so it'll be new and exciting to them. The alternative would be to set up a foundation or trust of some kind but that seems awfully arrogant. You can't take it with you and when it's time to go, you need to let this life go.
PS: I'm not suicidal or anything, I just have an odd view on things.
This morning was odd. She wanted to go outside. Now when she used to want to go outside, it was always for a few minutes, max, but this morning she walked all around the backyard, investigated a couple of the buildings, and spent an hour out there, before things got miserably hot. So when the vet called, I pretty much knew what he was going to say, even before he came to the point. Odd, how she seemed to know it was time. It reminded me of going out to walk around the farm with my Mom in the spring, when she was dying.
So now I've just got to get a will in place so I don't give all my money to my idiot brother, who will squander it piecemeal. I mean, my cousins will also probably squander it piecemeal, but at least they haven't blown big piles of money already so it'll be new and exciting to them. The alternative would be to set up a foundation or trust of some kind but that seems awfully arrogant. You can't take it with you and when it's time to go, you need to let this life go.
PS: I'm not suicidal or anything, I just have an odd view on things.