It Was A Really Good Run

I had to do it.

I had to say goodbye to my little friend, Maggie tonight.

It sucked ass. I gave her her nightly pills and it stressed her out more than usual. At first, I thought she was just pissed off at me. She hopped down and wouldn't drink anything and was giving me the evil eye.

Then I noticed she wasn't breathing right. Then she ran upstairs. I followed and realized things were very wrong.

Her breathing was very labored. Then when I picked her up, she was a noodle. Then I saw her little tongue sticking out as she was trying to breathe. Then she started vomiting.

I ran downstairs for the phone to call B - Who said she was on her way over. We'd go to the emergency vet.

When I got back upstairs she had pooped on my bed. This doesn't happen. This means Maggie's dignity has been compromised.

Then I went to take her downstairs to her crate, and she peed on me. Then she struggled as I tried to take her downstairs. My right arm and left boob are decimated.

I got her into her crate and then called Mom. I was way more of a mess than I ever expected I'd be. Sweating, hyperventalating, and sobbing sobbing sobbing. She just told me she was sorry - It wasn't my fault - It would be ok - I'd do what I had to do.

Little Poops was still in the crate. She couldn't stop vomiting. Her little feet were covered with vomit. She would keep her head up for about a minute at a time. She was just having such a hard time breathing.

I already knew.

When B got here - I told her I was going to have to let her go.

We got to the vet. They took her right in. He said they could 'treat her'. I just shook my head. I can't do this over and over. I have to give her pills everyday and everyday might freak her out. I would risk one of these freak outs every single day. And my cat might have to go through this over and over and over again.

I'm rambling. Bottom line is - Maggie is gone. She's in a good kitty place now. I'm sad. I've already missed her running up and down the stairs with me. When I pat my hand on the bed, there will be no one to jump up.

I'm keeping her Bob Toy. I think I may sleep with him tonight.

Certifiably Brain Damaged

In one day I:

- Asked Pattygal which coast of Georgia St. Simon's Island was on. (Yeah. And I live here. She doesn't anymore.)

- Tried long division and gave up when I got to the zero. (Crumpled and threw the paper away.)

- Decided an co-employee had been fired or quit, when really I just couldn't spell her name. (When looking up in the company directory.)

- Couldn't make an Excel forumula work because I had typed a . instead of a , (Took 30 minutes and another person to figure out.)

Several other examples I just can't think of now. Too much brain damage.

A Ray Of Freakin Sunshine

I haven't been feeling bloggy of late - But I thought I'd cheer you up with some bitching.

COLD -- I moved to the South for a reason! I HATE cold. Love the Midwest, but HATE the cold. I'm here because I love those blazing July days when your thighs blister on the leather seat. I like hot cars. I like the smell of hot asphalt. But it is COLD here. It is mid-MAY and COLD. Pffffffft!

CUSTOMER - I will not name. I will not implicate. You are only a small subset if big customer. But I HATE you. You are a very definite pain in my left butt cheek and you generate very little revenue. Please GO AWAY!

PEOPLE - It is JUST a meeting. One can't go on this night because of a family thing. One can't come back on this day because of another family thing. Oh - But this one can't drive at night. And customer only has 2 days open. And oh, one traveler dropped out. I planned ONE airport...But co-worker says other might prove cheaper. PLEASE. It is JUST a meeting.

PARKING LOTS - In Atlanta. Space is at a premium. So every retailer is determined to shove their money maker into a 2 inch spot. Which needs 9 acres of parking. But we can only give up 3 inches to parking. Because otherwise, we wouldn't be able to have the retailing. So, we end up with 2 inches of retailing and 3 parking spaces for such retail joint. And the parking lot just pisses you the hell OFF. "If I circle long enough? Eventually, someone will leave --- Or I'll decide McDonald's drive thru is fine."

MY CAT - OK. I like having a smart animal. But does she have to be THIS smart? She knows to plant her ass downstairs when I zoom upstairs to the bed to zip her up in the comforter and shove pills down her throat. She knows to stop hopping up on the bed on which i zip her up on the comforter. She knows to stop following me upstairs to the bedroom with the comforter. She knows to SPIT THE FREAKING PILLS OUT! And, finally, she knows to just stay the hell under the bed for the entire morning. Because no matter how much I chase her back and forth from side to side? She is always on the other side. And in control. So, today. I decided to change it to evening. I actually walked around the kitchen saying out loud?: "I'm going to walk around the kitchen acting like I'm NOT going to give you pills. THAT is what I'm going to do. HA!" A 41 year old adult outsmarting a 10 year old cat. There's an accomplishment for ya, folks. No WONDER she walks around here with that "GOTCHA" looking look on her face.