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Mar. 9th, 2007 11:30 pmWe saw the body today. It was... It was weird. He was just lying there. And it was sad. And we cried. And I hate seeing Liz cry. It's the worst thing I have ever had to experience in my life. It's terrible having to lose a friend, especially one so close. The vet said he went very quietly in the night. Though it sucks that nobody was there with him. And it really sucks that we couldn't have been there, especially.
The only word I can possibly muster to describe this is "sucks." The vet said that it's very likely that whatever it was that he had was congenital, meaning that he was born with it, and it was just developing over time, blossoming into a full blown condition in the last month. In all likelihood there's nothing we could have done about it, no matter how soon we caught it and how much treatment we did. She said his blood cells looked irregular, so he was probably anemic. We don't really know for sure, because we decided against an autopsy.
My heart hurts. He seemed like he was happy, at least. He would still purr and meow.
This seriously fucking sucks.
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In less depressing news, we saw The Number 23 today. It was decent, and there was twists and turns and all that whoo haw. And it wouldn't be a Jim Carrey movie without wacky antics to lead you into it. There was also some guy sleeping in the back of the theatre. It was amusing at first, because he was snoring super loud, but after about 20 minutes it got old. We thought it was somebody who was actually there to see the movie, but it turns out it was some homeless guy who wandered in there to sleep. How he got in, I'll never figure out, but oh well.
Maybe I'll start feeling better tomorrow.
The only word I can possibly muster to describe this is "sucks." The vet said that it's very likely that whatever it was that he had was congenital, meaning that he was born with it, and it was just developing over time, blossoming into a full blown condition in the last month. In all likelihood there's nothing we could have done about it, no matter how soon we caught it and how much treatment we did. She said his blood cells looked irregular, so he was probably anemic. We don't really know for sure, because we decided against an autopsy.
My heart hurts. He seemed like he was happy, at least. He would still purr and meow.
This seriously fucking sucks.
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In less depressing news, we saw The Number 23 today. It was decent, and there was twists and turns and all that whoo haw. And it wouldn't be a Jim Carrey movie without wacky antics to lead you into it. There was also some guy sleeping in the back of the theatre. It was amusing at first, because he was snoring super loud, but after about 20 minutes it got old. We thought it was somebody who was actually there to see the movie, but it turns out it was some homeless guy who wandered in there to sleep. How he got in, I'll never figure out, but oh well.
Maybe I'll start feeling better tomorrow.
