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“Growing up is at heart, the process of learning to take responsibility for whatever happens in your life.” bell hooks Today it’s been 3 weeks since I put my cat, Jade, to sleep. I don’t remember when I first wanted a cat. It might’ve been when I was young, but my first cat memory is from college, when I spent Wednesday nights having dinner and watching West Wing at my friend’s mom’s house. They had several cats and at one …
I keep telling myself that I’ll get used to the face she makes, but it isn’t true. Or at least, it hasn’t happened yet. Twice a day now, since October, I have given Jade “treats”, and by treats, I really mean treat-coated pills. We’ve dropped her meds down to cipro, pred, and pepcid, twice a day. Back at the beginning, or even a month ago, I could trick her into eating them: I’d prep the pill pocket, then give it …
My cat, Jade, is dying. I’ve heard the line, “well, aren’t we all?”, and while that may be true in one sense, in another, don’t we all know that there’s a difference, really? Since the end of October, Jade’s ‘been dying’: at that point, she was diagnosed with mast cell cancer in her spleen, a tumor in her brain, a heart murmur (which became 2 heart murmurs), hyperthyroidism, and a few other not-so-great bits. The past 6 weeks, we’ve been …
