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[leujin]

We 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.

Comments

[dolphingirl.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry. He was an awesome kitty.

[psuedoninja.livejournal.com]

"... chin up, man. He's in a better place now. I'm sure he's getting along great with my pets, too. :)"

You said that to me way long ago when I had lost a pet I loved and those words helped.

The gift of his life was the fond memories you shared and the love you had for him. And on this world there are no greater gifts.

[leujin.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Clay. It really is hard. This is the first pet that was my pet, and not just somebody who was in my house that we took care of. Liz and I picked him out and he lived with us. He was our little buddy.

People have been telling me that, though. I know he's in a better place. I know he gets to be fat and stupid and eat all the tuna he wants. I know he's got a big bed with replicas of Liz and my legs that he can sleep between. We're just really going to miss him. It's hardest knowing that he didn't even get to live a full life.

[misspadfoot.livejournal.com]

I kept meaning to comment on this but couldn't think of anything useful to say. It always sucks when you lose a pet, and I'm sorry you had to go through it with Odin.

[leujin.livejournal.com]

That's okay. You don't really have to say anything. I can't even think of what to say in this situation, so I hardly think it's fair to expect my friends to think of anything to say. Thanks none the less. It's good to know that you care enough to try.