Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Jun 3, 2010 17:01:08 GMT -7
This isn't so much an away message as it is an explanation for my awayness.
The beginning of May I was informed that our business was closing, hence the end of that week became the end of my job. Which was where I spent most of my time online during my graveyard shift. But that's only the least of it.
On Mother's day, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in her hips, ribs, lungs, and all along her spine. She lived 6 days. The services were held on the following Tuesday, and I was asked to write the obituary and eulogy. I was both honored and horrified to do so. My mother had been staying over with her a lot for some time before the hospitalization and diagnosis, just to help her out. Since her death, we've been going back & forth cleaning and slowly emptying the house.
Sunday night, my cat, Regal died. He hadn't been feeling well for a couple days, not eating which caused severe weight loss, fatigued, wasn't drinking much, and so on. I finally got him to eat a bit of mushy cat food and drink some water which I fed to him with a dropper. When giving him the water with the dropper, I noticed one of his pupils was dilated and one wasn't. We took him to the vet the next day. The vet found a molar that was pretty bad, and suggested keeping him over night to run blood work so they could anesthetize him and pull the tooth. They ended up taking nearly all his top teeth out, at least the ones that were in bad shape. He came home the next day with pain meds & antibiotics. He didn't want to be far from me at all, and slept a lot. He refused food, though I got him to take a couple licks off a lil spoonful both days. He was drinking a bit, but still wasn't feeling too well, which is understandable. The following day, he took his pain meds, but not his antibiotics, he just drooled them out. I was worried about his rapid and short breathing, but tried to remain calm, as he was still working the poisons from the anesthesia out of his system.
Again, only a few licks of food, and water mainly from the dropper. My friend and I went out to my grandmother's place with my mom, to get the couch and bring it back home. When we returned, my dad told me that Regal had gone outside. I was still worried, so checked on him, he was laying out by the lilac bush, just chilling in the sun. I thought, "Good, he feels well enough to be outside for a bit." Mostly trying to stay positive, as I always tend to think & expect the worst. I checked for him and called for him for hours, never finding him or getting a response. Finally, near midnight, as I'm calling, I hear a meow. I can't find him, so dad and I go out with flash lights and I can hear him, and it sounds like he's in the dog run we've never used. It's full of wood from when we actually used the fire places, and other junk, as well as the over grown honeysuckle plant. I climb precariously back in there, and finally find him laying between the dog house and the fence. There is no way I can reach him, and he wouldn't come out. I finally decided my only choice was to leave him back there and let him come out on his own.
An hour or so later, I went outside near the dog run and called for him. There was no answer. I look over to my right, and see him laying in the grass. I get up, going over to him, calling him. As I get to him I realize he's dead. It broke my heart.
So, with everything that's been coming down, I've been busy dealing with this shit called life. I'm tired and depressed, and also slightly numb from it all.
I doubt I'll be away much longer, I just thought I should let you all know why I've been gone so long from both MD & UB. I hope to return to both forums shortly and play catch up. I apologize for any threads on both UB and here that have been waiting on me.
Love and miss you all.
[glow=violet,2,300]~Violet[/glow]
The beginning of May I was informed that our business was closing, hence the end of that week became the end of my job. Which was where I spent most of my time online during my graveyard shift. But that's only the least of it.
On Mother's day, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in her hips, ribs, lungs, and all along her spine. She lived 6 days. The services were held on the following Tuesday, and I was asked to write the obituary and eulogy. I was both honored and horrified to do so. My mother had been staying over with her a lot for some time before the hospitalization and diagnosis, just to help her out. Since her death, we've been going back & forth cleaning and slowly emptying the house.
Sunday night, my cat, Regal died. He hadn't been feeling well for a couple days, not eating which caused severe weight loss, fatigued, wasn't drinking much, and so on. I finally got him to eat a bit of mushy cat food and drink some water which I fed to him with a dropper. When giving him the water with the dropper, I noticed one of his pupils was dilated and one wasn't. We took him to the vet the next day. The vet found a molar that was pretty bad, and suggested keeping him over night to run blood work so they could anesthetize him and pull the tooth. They ended up taking nearly all his top teeth out, at least the ones that were in bad shape. He came home the next day with pain meds & antibiotics. He didn't want to be far from me at all, and slept a lot. He refused food, though I got him to take a couple licks off a lil spoonful both days. He was drinking a bit, but still wasn't feeling too well, which is understandable. The following day, he took his pain meds, but not his antibiotics, he just drooled them out. I was worried about his rapid and short breathing, but tried to remain calm, as he was still working the poisons from the anesthesia out of his system.
Again, only a few licks of food, and water mainly from the dropper. My friend and I went out to my grandmother's place with my mom, to get the couch and bring it back home. When we returned, my dad told me that Regal had gone outside. I was still worried, so checked on him, he was laying out by the lilac bush, just chilling in the sun. I thought, "Good, he feels well enough to be outside for a bit." Mostly trying to stay positive, as I always tend to think & expect the worst. I checked for him and called for him for hours, never finding him or getting a response. Finally, near midnight, as I'm calling, I hear a meow. I can't find him, so dad and I go out with flash lights and I can hear him, and it sounds like he's in the dog run we've never used. It's full of wood from when we actually used the fire places, and other junk, as well as the over grown honeysuckle plant. I climb precariously back in there, and finally find him laying between the dog house and the fence. There is no way I can reach him, and he wouldn't come out. I finally decided my only choice was to leave him back there and let him come out on his own.
An hour or so later, I went outside near the dog run and called for him. There was no answer. I look over to my right, and see him laying in the grass. I get up, going over to him, calling him. As I get to him I realize he's dead. It broke my heart.
So, with everything that's been coming down, I've been busy dealing with this shit called life. I'm tired and depressed, and also slightly numb from it all.
I doubt I'll be away much longer, I just thought I should let you all know why I've been gone so long from both MD & UB. I hope to return to both forums shortly and play catch up. I apologize for any threads on both UB and here that have been waiting on me.
Love and miss you all.
[glow=violet,2,300]~Violet[/glow]
