Today may have just been the shittiest day in my life.
It started out well enough. I woke up early (at around 9ish), got dressed, and met Grandma at Ikea to pick up my early Christmas present: new shelves and a loft bed, along with a few other things, like presents for frie
nds and candleholders. We even ran into Greg there. We ate there. I had Swedish meatballs covered in the kind of gravy you'd want to take a bath in with a bucket of KFC. We then came home and took Mojo to the cat clinic for a second opinion. That is when today took a down turn.
We got Mojo inside and let the receptionist know who we were. They cleaned up the cat, as he had shat in the carrier, and examined him, along with looking over his fax from our regular vet. They told us he had FIP, Feline Infectious Peritonitis. It was killing him, sl
owly, and he had a week of discomfort to look forward to. They let us decide whether to take him home or to have him put to sleep. We held him, comforted him, and decided on sleep, as we knew that it would be painless and there was nothing anyone could do. We
waited and signed paper work as I let him sleep on my lap. I let tears roll off my face, and told him he was a good cat. Then, 30 minutes later, it was time to give him up. The vet tried to comfort us by saying that kitties had better be going to Heaven, or she is not going.
"Good bye, Mojo," I told him, " I love you cat. See you in 60 years." We left there with an empty cat carrier.
Once out in the rain, Mom and I stopped and cried. It was a good long time befo
re we could even get ourselves to the car. Even then, once in we sat and cried waiting for the car to unfog. The drive home was interrupted by a visit to the regular clinic to pay our debts and stop at Safeway to get some comfort food for dinner.
Today has been sad and lonely. I write to tell you all my life story as it happens. Hopefully this will be the only sad chapter.
Farewell, Mojo, for you were my greatest friend and joy.
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