And I go on catlessly

Max is gone. He went to sleep this morning.

Sometimes

You find yourself left with a crotchety old black cat and you wonder, “Why me?”

And then it slowly dawns on you; he is your ticket to the past. He is the only one, save you, who understands and remembers the intricacies of our mostly-gone family. And you remember that he and you have always had a tight relationship. And you realize that you love him.

Okay, I admit that I was always a little pissed that every time the devil called to speak to his second-cousin-once-removed, Max was always in the litter box. It is awkward making small talk with Satan on the phone.

And who do you think taught me all the foul language I use? Sure as hell wasn’t Ralph or Trixie or Spike or Richard or Tillie or Tom. Those credits belong to Max! He could make a drunken sailor blush!

Okay, let’s cut through the bullshit. Max is dying. He hasn’t eaten in days. He is weak and listless. He has troubles jumping up onto my lap. He is having troubles swallowing. I know what I must do, but I don’t like it.

It will be a horrific drive into Hood River to the vet. It will be an even more horrific drive home. But it must be done. Max isn’t comfortable.

And an update on Max and I!

Does anyone remember a time when I would write about thing more cheery than hospitals and doctors and pestilence and plague? Neither do I, but I have memory issues.

Max spent another night with the vet. He is responding to treatment but is not to the point where the good doctor felt he could get off his IV. Apparently Max was a bad cat on the 4^th. They had to sedate him. Dr. Foss said he is a sweet kitty when he is anaesthetized!  With that in mind, I am in the market for a tranquilizer gun. I should look on Amazon! Hopefully, Max will come home this afternoon, so I need immediate delivery on the drugs!

And as for me, my dosage of Gabapentin is going up slightly and I will begin using Cymbalta to see if it helps with the pain. It should be noted that Cymbalta is also an anti-depressant, so I may become a nice guy! Just imagine, both Max and I being kind, loving beings! That thought should rock your world!

Well, everyone have a Happy Wayno’s Birthday! 

19 years ago today!

Richard and I tied the knot!

We had an amazing 16 year run. So many great memories.

He’ll always be my kitten!

Max spent the night in the hospital. He will spend tonight there, also. He is in renal failure. The doctor used the word “acute” more than once during our discussion of Max’ condition. They are trying treatment (I think mostly just hydration) and they want to see if he responds.

I’m gonna say this once, and only once:

GODFUCKINGDAMN!!!

And a happy 4^th of July to you all!

For some reason this reminded me of someone! I just wish I could remember who!!