I need to talk about something. It's about MK's death, so I'll whitefont for those who'd like to avoid it. It's clinical and yet somehow important to me.
After the anesthetic was administered, he went limp, like Devi was the other day when she freaked me out. But the shot to stop his heart was a different kind of stillness. Even after the vet checked his heart, and it was stopped, as he was nestled in my arms, I wasn't done. I knew I needed the confirmation of what I know are the final bits. The last shuddering exhale as the musculature gives up and forces the last breath out. It came out on a purr, not sure how, but it earned a choked laugh. The relaxation of the skin muscles that made his tail bush and odd duck's cap lie flat for the first time since I'd known him. The morbid humor that they lay a towel on my lap when I was all, he hasn't eaten or drank, nothing to evacuate, and I resented that towel and held him to me instead. That I couldn't close his eyes, so I tucked him in his preferred ball, with paws over his face.
That mattered to me. No one else. It's morbid and weird, but it mattered to me
It's as if..I owed him honesty in life, gotta do the same in death. It was the nicest kind, but it still was the end. And lord knows I never censored his travails here. How many times did I wrongly fear his death here? At least 4, if not more. For once, I was right. Sucks and that's that.
It's not morbid or weird to me. You knew him, you loved him. And you honored that.
It does suck, sarameg, but I am so glad MK had you throughout his life, and at its end.
NO MORE WORM EYELIDS DAMNIT.
Fear that battle is lost.
Feel like a one note wonder. Eh, it'll pass. Lokpump will get up to something craxy eventually and I'll post too much about not-dead cats again...
Okay, Dana, I get this. But not usually. Only when he's pretending to be Daniel Craig.
Feel like a one note wonder.
I'm pretty sure it's okay. I certainly know that I keep tearing up about Mister Kitty. You loved him, you saw him through a lot and, when it was kind, you let him go with love.
I get this. But not usually. Only when he's pretending to be Daniel Craig.
Not when he was Penn, the vampire? Because I found that compelling. And, clearly, memorable.
