We had to put my oldest cat, Buddy, to sleep today. In the past few weeks he's stopped eating and I've had to watch him slowly wither away into a skeleton. We took him to the vet and we were told it was a thyroid problem, but the medication prescribed for thyroid issues didn't restore his appetite like it should have. I think it was something more than that. He got to a point where he couldn't even get up and walk he was so weak.
So we decided that we didn't want to see him suffer any longer. For the past few nights I've had to listen to him cry, and it was the most pitiful sound I've ever heard. Saturday night was rough. I went upstairs to check on him after hearing him cry and I just sat with him and it hit me suddenly that I was gonna lose a good friend and I just started bawling.
I've had him for fourteen years, since I was four years old. My earliest memories all involve him. I can never remember a time when he wasn't around. We grew up together. He was the most patient, gentlest cat. There were a lot of times when I would be upset about something and we'd just sit together and I would pet him and hold him and he just understood, which is something I can't even find in many human beings. Understanding.
It's been rough for all of us, really. He meant a lot to my mom and sister too.
The love of an animal is one of the only forms of unconditional love you can find. It's something to cherish always.
Another reason for the suck is that this morning I had four of my wisdom teeth removed. The removal itself was quick and painless, thanks to a ton of drugs, of course. The nitrogen oxide (I think that's what laughing gas is called technically?) made me feel absolutely giddy and it was just beyond weird. It felt like the whole procedure only took five minutes. The only thing I remember is that the doctor messed with me by asking me to say really hard words (my mouth was completely numb) and I responded with, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" but I only said like half the word and everybody in the room laughed.
Then I was wheeled into a "recovery room" where a very nice nurse sat with my mom and I to make sure I was recovering from the anesthetic okay. Turns out that with being so tiny and never having been put under anesthetic before, my reaction to it has been awful and it started in the recovery room. I felt super nauseous, so the really nice nurse lady laid me back and put cold rags on me and talked me into a good humor until I felt better.
But then I puked in the car on the way home, so that was lovely. And now even just sitting up will make me feel suddenly feverish and nauseous. So I am stuck in a recliner and the only thing I can do without feeling awful is sleep.
The next few days are gonna be a lot of fun.