My cat is unwell

[martin ewen]

My cat is called peter and is perfectly ordinary except for the fact that he's mine, that he has unusually large feet and a couple of extra toes and that he's dieing. He's not at all well and has lost the will to kill. He had a wonderful will to kill, he was a nonchalant yet efficient taker of small souls, small furry animals would have their liveplans ruined on a daily basis ,today was an interesting day for peter as he himself came within seconds of being jabbed with enough ketamine to have him approaching (if he were at all spiritual) gates guarded by a host of forest animals with his distinctive chew-marks all over them.
But he lives.

[martin ewen]

The cat is dead, it fell forward and nodded off while having a shit after I'd taken it outside to appreciate the outdoors for a last time. It messed itself and that indignity for a cat is worse than death so I felt ok about taking it to the vet, (that and the maggots clinging to its arse)
I washed and cleaned it and bundled its Karen Carpenter like body up and its exhaustion and indifference said more to me about pointlessly borrowed days and my own selfish sentimentality than I had a heart for at the time.
On the way in the car he would struggle up and look out the window at the sun flickering through the trees and then rest his head down the edge of the seat lower than his paws. He did this a few times, straining to soak up what he could.
I patted him as I drove but it was hours since he had the energy to purr.
The vet shaved a font leg, found a veined and pinged him up.
He was so very tired, as the drug hit he took one last larger breath, filling his lungs completely and exhaled.
I am so going to take my grief out on the public of Montreal next week.

[Stephon]

Martin you have my condolences and my sympathy.

I recently lost my own pet of very advanced years and dishearteningly poor health. Also, I occasionally work at a veterinary hospital and have experienced too much loss and grief.

It sucks. I feel for you.

Don't know if this is your style; it's not mine and it is a bit treacly (ok, very), but I have to admit it gets to me:


Just this side of Heaven, is a place called Rainbow Bridge...

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

[martin ewen]

Jeez...I know you mean well.
A bit treacly? A sentimental diabetic coma, I could go blind and have to have my limbs amputated merely picturing this candied bridge of death.
What are you on?
What if you had more than one pet and you loved them equally but they never got on?
So I've just been strangled to death by an audience member right in front of some very influential festival producers and so have died of both lack of oxygen and embarrassment and I go floating off into some vague mixed metaphore only to witness two old pals of mine beating each other up and getting all upset on my account.
There were one or two maggots at the beginnings of their free lunch when he died, I've buried him deep and they will surely perish, if I loved them enough could they hang out on the bridge too? Could i have rotting flesh on the bridge somewhere?
I intend to live another 30 years then get downloaded into something the size of a matchbox with a self-perpetuating web account so i can communicate with other matchboxes and escape the gravity well and float round the cosmos thinking a million times faster than is possible now (such that in one hour in our present time I could then think the equivilent of a million hours)
and the part of me that was the relationship between me and the cat I might take out and dwell on when i felt the need to readdress my humanity (such as its ever been or will then be)
Thanks for the support though, it has been trying.

[Stephon]

Y'know, the thing is, I said to myself, "Just let it be after 'I feel for you'." But no one else listens to me, so why should I.

I mean, I don't believe in Heaven, I don't believe in any Rainbow Bridge, and I like to think of myself as a rationalist, a realist, and a cynic, and I hope to the God that I don't believe in either that when I die I will rot in the ground and be a nice meal for a variety of squishy grub-things, but goddamn it, the last image of that stupid story touched me when I read it. A brief lapse of sentimentality.

Fine. . .

It sucks. I feel for you.

[ 07-06-2003: Message edited by: Stephon ]</p>

[DEBBIE ROBINSON]

I've got a cat, a three legged dingy white big clumsy boy cat. His name is 'Come on' . All I could think of at the time.
Cat's are very selfish, single-minded, cruel beasts that think of themselves first. I don't really like cats, I can take them or leave them.
This one came biting, dishevelled and hungry to my door a few years ago.
I took it in, but we have an understanding....
'I'll look after you, feed you, vet you, and you can sit on my lap - but only when it's convenient for me. In return you can have the run of the house, but
don't be too attention seeking.
We get on fine.
I say treat cats with the same indifference they give out.
They expect nothing less.
Sorry your cat died Martin.
'Spect I'll feel a twinge of something when my 3 legged mess cops it too.

[Pyromancer]

[quote]<strong>I am so going to take my grief out on the public of Montreal next week.</strong><hr></blockquote>

Try your luck on me and I'll light you up... [img]biggrin.gif[/img]

Come and say hello if you see me! [img]smile.gif[/img] ( I'll be there all week burning fuel, somewhere around Ontario Est )

[ 07-07-2003: Message edited by: Pyromancer ]</p>

[Rich Potter]

Martin,
All cats die.
Sorry yours did, too.
One of my cats died recently.
He overdosed on truck.
It sucked. It still sucks.
It goes right on sucking.

Stephon, you still got some of that "rainbow bridge" stuff to share around? We could all ride up to the bridge on your "Magic Carpet".

--Rich

[em]

hi Martin, very sorry about the cat. I had a rat once called Louis who died of a tumour. I was devastated. Then i met Peewee. It didn't help.

go to this page to see a "cat that looks like Hitler"
bes.ismennt.is/evropa/hitler_kisur.htm

love em
ps my ma had a cat who was mad, had buck teeth and no tail. When she was doing her degree and had all her dissertation papers out on the table he would run out into the garden, get extremely muddy paws, run back in and proceed to scrumple, tear and soil her work as much as was catly possible. Yoy could almost see him laughing. Needless to say she still loved him...

[Cybele]

Martin-

Hey, look...in his miserable life, Martin loved a cat.

Isn't that cool.

Sorry for your loss, sending lovevibe, reject it if you like.
Kickass in Montreal.

xox, Cybele

[mommaK]

Martin,

Tomorrow nite we shall raise our glasses to toast your cat and mine....

a bientot!

[Pyromancer]

[quote]Originally posted by mommaK:
<strong>Martin,

Tomorrow nite we shall raise our glasses to toast your cat and mine....

a bientot!</strong><hr></blockquote>

Ah... that makes it easy to meet... [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Good luck in Montreal, panto.

There are few things more trying in life than the loss of a good pussy. Having lost a few, its the petting, mostly, that I long for, looking back. May I advise that you pet someone else's, till the sentiment passes.

[em]

i hope i never lose my pussy...

[Butterfly Man]

Does it come when you call?