Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Life is fragile
Yesterday Kally died. He was one of the cats that I was taking care of at the place I'm house-sitting. I woke up and there was blood EVERYWHERE. The cat was still alive but near the end of life. I called the family and rushed the cat to the vet, where they proceeded to give it a needle in the leg. Unfortunately, the cat had lost so much fluid that they couldn't find a good vein. So, they gave the needle to the heart and the cat died instantly. Gone. In a couple seconds. I went back to the house to clean up the blood. It looked like a crime scene - one of those scenes from C.S.I. In witnessing the death of this poor creature, I was reminded again of how fragile life is and when it is time to go...it is time to go. Life is amazing!
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Well...my grandpa had advised me to place a bowl of anti-freeze out for the cats - but I declined the idea and thought I would just let nature take its course. I think the cat had some kind of cancer or disease.
Poor kitty cat....
You're right...life is fragile...
i would've gone with your grandpa on that one.
Barry! The poor cat . . . sounds like a scene out of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I cannot imagine waking up and finding a cat in the last minutes of its nine lives. Ouch! Antifreeze . . . oh my goodness. Poor, poor kitty kat!
Fragile life indeed. Thank goodness for morphine for we weaker human souls facing such a tragic and painful end. Keep blogging; makes for interesting reading! Love ya!
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