October 7th, 2005

magikist

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Willie seemed to be relatively comfortable last night (he wasn't crying, anyway), but with cats, you can never tell what's going on. He did seem to be stiff and in some pain when he tried to move, so needless to say, he didn't move much. Mary managed to force-feed him some a/d (for cats with a bad appetite), and he's had a couple of doses of doxycycline, but he's doesn't appear to be getting any better. I took him back to the vet this morning for observation and to await the results of the bone marrow test that was taken by the internal medicine doctor. Our vet wants to try him on prednisone to try and stir his appetite, but not until he hears what's going on with the bone marrow. So, all we can do is wait.

I've reconciled myself with the other option. I love him too much to prolong his misery.
magikist

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I got a call about an hour ago from the vet, telling me that Willie was suffering. I couldn't let that happen to my buddy.

So long, Willie. I love you, and so did everyone here. See you at the Bridge.

I had this wonderful image of him arriving wherever their souls go, and being greeted by Sherman, who grabs him by the neck and starts wrestling with him. A little humor among the tears...
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(Crossposted from chi_white_sox)

Today, I had to put one of my cats to sleep, I had a ton of work to do and I was running into one problem after another, it's done nothing but rain here for the last 24 hours, I haven't slept well in two days...

Then, the White Sox won their first postseason series since 1917 about fifteen minutes ago.

This might very well be the happiest day of my life.