I knew I should have blogged earlier when the day could still be classified as "Good."
We had a fun morning - The Senator lost his first tooth! He nearly swallowed it along with a spoonful of cereal, but managed to spit it out and save it for the Tooth Fairy. He's very concerned about cashing in that tooth. A poll of parents on the sidelines at t-ball has the going rate for baby teeth at about $1 a tooth. A whole dollar? There's not even any silver or gold fillings in it. I'm thinking of telling The Senator that the Tooth Fairy leaves 50 cents under the child's pillow, and 50 cents under the Mom's pillow to compensate her for all the time spent supervising brushings and taking the child to the dentist.
We headed off to the nursing home after our exciting breakfast and had a rather uneventful visit. No stretchers, no deaths, no residents soaking in soiled adult diapers...heck...I guess I could call it a good visit.
Lunch was almost as exciting as breakfast, in that there was plenty of shouting and yelling, but only because The Governor took it upon himself to bite The Senator. I asked The Gov why he did it.
'Cuz.Two years and three months old...going on a very sulky fifteen.Because why?
I don't know.
And now the really bad news. Old 3-legger is not doing so well tonight. I've noticed a couple of small spots in the mudroom which looked like blood and mucus. The VP just came downstairs and told me she's coughing. The veternarian said the next stage of cancer symptoms would be difficulty breathing and coughing. Unfortunately, we've decided there would be no further stage of treatment. There's nothing that could prolong her life with any sort of quality when she's hit this point.
Tomorrow will be an early morning visit to the vet to confirm our fears, and if confirmed, then we have to say goodbye. I've been expecting this since January. I thought I'd be a bit more prepared for this moment...but it's breaking my heart. I can't even eulogize about her - she was a pain in the ass from the moment we got her. She chewed through leashes, dug under way out of the backyard, ran straight through the electric fence, chased deer, barked incessantly, smelled bad, shed constantly, and ate like a pig. And I can't picture The Outpost without her.
Aside from the potential visit to the death camp...tomorrow is going to be busy with t-ball and visiting friends. I'll post when I can about Breezy.
Posted by Cathy at June 29, 2004 09:47 PMI had a cat that we had to put down due to a tumor in his ear. He was loosing his equilibrium and couldn't keep food down. We could have tried to remove it, but he would then need to keep coming back for treatments. I couldn't afford all of the vet bills and there was no good outlook, so we had to make a choice. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Posted by: yayaempress at June 30, 2004 03:22 PMSorry about your cat, Yaya. Sucks, doesn't it?
Posted by: Cathy at June 30, 2004 06:33 PM