New Cats: Part VII...

Frankly, 2023 can fuck the fuck off at the moment. Hot on the heels of losing Dotty, her sister, Dolly, was hit by a car and left to die in our front garden less than a fortnight later. 

I found her early in the morning already dead. Then I had the grim task of taking her to the vet for cremation. I loved both of our cats. As did the Missus. 

We're now in a bit of a grieving process. In denial, I'd get new cats tomorrow because the house is too quite and empty without them. The Missus, however, can't go through with losing any more at the moment.

I get this. I hope she'll change her mind given enough time, though.

Religion? Nah...

I dabbled with religion as a teenager and I've been a devout atheist ever since.

But if you are searching for divinity, I thoroughly recommend enjoying a beer in a piping hot bath after two hours of BJJ training.

It's the bomb. As young people say.

New Cats: Part VI...

 

We recently had to say goodbye to Dotty, one of the pair of bonded sisters we adopted just under two years ago. She was the more timid of the two, constantly curious and massively affectionate.

She went out in the recent freezing weather and came back clearly out of sorts. We took her to see the vet and it turned out she had a bite on her leg. But this was the least of her issues. Whatever had bitten her had grabbed her by the tail and shaken her, meaning she had nerve damage, and no feeling in her back end, and no bladder or bowel function. And there was no chance of it coming back.

Terminating the life of a pet is never fun. I've had to put three cats down previously – one because of old age, another because of a car collision and another because of liver failure – and it never gets any easier.

It's fair to say that me and the Missus were a bit broken by this latest one because she was very young.

There was also a moment of dark comedy. As we were waiting in the room for the vet to come in before Dotty had her last injection, my phone calendar helpfully sprang into life to remind me it was date night. Even my technology is capable of taking the piss.

Rest in peace, Dotty. You were massively loved in the brief time we had you with us. You remain massively missed now you're no longer here.

Sadly, the baked-in price of loving anything or anyone is the risk of losing them.