2002-09-01 at 10:36 p.m.
News from yesterday: I was too upset to write.
Moose, my big, orange and fluffy, 18 lb. tom cat, was forced to live outside when my grandparents were going to sell their house so there wouldn't be random hair and cat smell all over. This was fine because he likes being outside anyway, even if I hated it and snuck him inside many nights only to set my alarm clock for 4 a.m. so I could get him outside before anyone found out. He got a UTI (urinary tract infection for you non-nursing students) and had to go to the emergency vet clinic 2 nights ago. It was really bad....$497 bad....and he had to stay over night. While I was at work the following Saturday, my grandma picked him up and, upon hearing that he'd need to be inside from now on for monitoring (UTIs are usually reoccuring) and that they could expect just a little less cost the next time it happened, she took him straight to a girl that had been interested in him forever. He can live inside there and she can afford to and wants to take care of his medical bills (even though I could too....if I quit shopping). I never got to say goodbye though. The last time I saw him he was sick and being put out so they could remove urine with a syringe. I cried hysterically because sometimes he's the only thing around me that makes me happy. He's a very cool cat. We had an almost unreal connection because he'd meet me at my car when I came home from a bad day, he'd make me laugh when I needed it, and sometimes, when I looked at him, you could almost see validation in his eyes that screamed, "You're ok...buck up. Everything's going to be fine." I know that sounds way out there, but if you've never had an animal that you bonded with over a tough time in your life, you wouldn't get it. He was great, and I miss him, and I'm really pissed my grandma went behind my back and did that to me. She knows now she went about it the wrong way, but that still doesn't let me say goodbye, does it? Dammit! Still burns me up just thinking about it.
Minor Parting Gift: The promise of a kitty from the humane shelter (because I'm a huge advocate) from my mom when I get my apartment in the next few months. I'm ok with that. I'd rather have a dog, but apartment complexes can find out about dogs very easily. I can be sneaky this way. *hehe*
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