I am sure he is sleeping and having happy cat dreams. The vet folks love him dearly and will keep him comfortable and well cared for.

I am sorry you are rollercoastering.

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If nothing else, I know the staff adores him. They don't recognize MY name, but when I say Mister Kitty, there are immediate coos and other sounds of pleased recognition.

I'm in a relatively zen space now. Mostly. Sort of in between or I wouldn't be posting. Kinda had the last rollercoaster down on the phone with my mom, who gets how absolutely insane I am about my pets. I realize a lot don't really get it. Which makes it hard to explain why I had to close my office door today.

She didn't freak when I basically passed out when Sky was killed in front of the house when I was 9. She's not going to freak out when I sob out stuff and blow my nose while on the phone.

It's so weird, I felt so stupid for it for those hours this afternoon. And then it slammed back with a vengeance and I can't distance myself.

I do not think it is stupid. I'm a mess just thinking about it. WIth Baxter? A disaster. for about a week. Then still teary months afterward. No need to feel stupid. It is who you are and it is lovely.

Thank you.

now where did I put the kleenex box?

Toldja I was in between. It's just weird, the vast space between when I am ok and when I'm not. They really can't recognize each other. There's a hope and an utter lack of. There is no medium.

I really hope this isn't making you go through Baxter again. Not with the same intensity. Urgh.

I am ok with Baxter now. It is not a problem. You just let yourself go where the emotion takes you right now. Also? this is late for you. go to bed.

Hey, I'm lucky to be in bed before midnight. Last night was 1! (but that was bad.)

I CANNOT TYPE.

They don't recognize MY name, but when I say Mister Kitty, there are immediate coos and other sounds of pleased recognition.

Aw! When I give my name to the vet's office, they just groan. My dog is... difficult. Especially when it comes to the vet.

Anyway - so many good wishes for Mister Kitty. And you. It's so tough with ailing pets because you know they're not themselves but everything else is such a guessing game. It's not like you can just ask them what hurts or how much. I'll be thinking of you both.

(My aunt swears she has a straight jacket ready for me for the unfortunate time when my Bailey dog passes.)

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Steam them.

sara, you do what you need to do, bunny.