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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

A recent loss
The moment is going to haunt me for a long time. Last night I went into the kitchen to clean some dishes and get dinner started. At first I thought Shoey, our 8 year old long haired tabby was just relaxing on the kitchen floor. But I noticed that her eyes were open and she wasn't moving, and that her mouth was open, tongue hanging out.
Immediately I went into shock. She was gone.
Her body was still warm albeit lifeless. Apparently it had just happened.
Now I had to break it to Wifey and Kiddo.
Wifey was on her way home, and Kiddo was watching a movie. (Scooby Doo, one of her favorites)
I moved the cat to the workshop because I wanted to tell Wifey first. I didn't want Kiddo to see the cat in the way we found her. From the look that was frozen on the cats face it did not look like a peaceful end. I was afraid it would horrify my daughter worse than it had horrified me.
Wifey had me bring her back into the house, to our bedroom, so we could say our goodbyes and have a little closure.
We closed her eyes and tried to make her more presentable before telling Kiddo. We broke the news Gently and we all had a good cry over the loss.
I'm a cat person, always have been, always will be. But this was the first time I had discovered a dead pet. Especially one that was so sweet and loving.
I performed last rites, and took her back out to the workshop where she would stay cool until we can get her to the vet for a necropsy.

Shoey will be missed, but she will always be in our hearts. Fortunately we have a lot of happy memories with her.
She was the cat with a depth perception problem. She would make a jump for the couch and miss (usually with a very sloppy landing). When she was running through the room she would run into things with her head, shake it off and keep running. She was Very soft spoken, almost never using her voice, unless she really needed to get our attention. She was also a contortionist. If it was time to brush her, she would twist and contort her body in an effort to get away. We were always afraid that she would hurt herself trying to get away. Beneath all that fur was a fragile little body. She looked like a huge cat, but mainly because of that very thick coat of long fur. It was even growing out from between the pads of her paws. Wifey would compare it to the hair growing from an old mans ears.

Monday, February 16, 2004

Here are some things I have learned over the past week

The best laid Valentines day plans wouldn't be as memorable if nothing went wrong.
When your 5 year old starts throwing up, CONTAIN THE VOMIT FIRST, then worry about cleaning up the mess.
When your 5 year old is done throwing up, BEWARE THE OTHER END OF THE KID!
When your wife is Covered with Vomit, IT IS NOT THE PERFECT TIME FOR A SENSE OF HUMOR

More on these things later

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

There are times when your spouse can get on your nerves, not because they are being mean, or vindictive. No, sometimes it's just a case of a dimwit using bad judgement.

My wife doesn't mean to deprive me of sleep. It's not intentional, but it happens. Last night she had a slight case of insomnia, so she was considerate enough to get out of bed because she knew that her fidgeting was keeping me awake. This is the best indicator that she means well.

However, at 3am I heard what sounded like Marbles bouncing on a peice of slate. I have no Idea what it was, but it was repetitive. Obviously she had come back to bed, and whatever it was she was doing was making this noise. Annoyed at this I asked "What in the F#@& are you doing?" to which she replied "Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

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