RIP Thread

Care to share with the rest of the class?

I second this @Bogs
Having 6+ hard drives die on me in the last 3 years has really put my personal archives at a complete loss; all I have of my juvenile literary career is the cringe-worthy stories I wrote in college -- which contain no terrorists or zombies =/
 
My mom had to put my cat down (somewhat) unexpectedly this morning.

She had been rapidly losing weight and vomiting a lot the last couple months, but otherwise seemed active and normal. My mom called me yesterday and said she seemed off, and then this morning called me in tears and said it wasn't looking good and that she wanted my blessing to do what needed to be done if it came to that. She called me a few hours later and said that the vet found a large tumor in her intestine, and that it would be best to say goodbye.

I loved that cat to death. She was my best buddy and the only sense of stability I had over a very tumultuous ten years in my life between my brother dying and my parent's marriage falling apart. I always felt guilty over leaving her two years ago when I decided that it was high time to unfuck myself, but took solace in the fact that she would be in good hands with my mom who loved her as much as I did, and that I would be back for her when I finally "grew up". My heart breaks for my mom too, who has to now come home to an empty house.

It hasn't really hit me yet. I have always been terrible with handling grief. I spent all day at the driving range pounding balls through the mental fog so I wouldn't have to think about it, but now I'm just sitting in the dark staring at a blank computer screen, wondering what I can do to keep myself busy.
 
My mom had to put my cat down (somewhat) unexpectedly this morning.

She had been rapidly losing weight and vomiting a lot the last couple months, but otherwise seemed active and normal. My mom called me yesterday and said she seemed off, and then this morning called me in tears and said it wasn't looking good and that she wanted my blessing to do what needed to be done if it came to that. She called me a few hours later and said that the vet found a large tumor in her intestine, and that it would be best to say goodbye.

I loved that cat to death. She was my best buddy and the only sense of stability I had over a very tumultuous ten years in my life between my brother dying and my parent's marriage falling apart. I always felt guilty over leaving her two years ago when I decided that it was high time to unfuck myself, but took solace in the fact that she would be in good hands with my mom who loved her as much as I did, and that I would be back for her when I finally "grew up". My heart breaks for my mom too, who has to now come home to an empty house.

It hasn't really hit me yet. I have always been terrible with handling grief. I spent all day at the driving range pounding balls through the mental fog so I wouldn't have to think about it, but now I'm just sitting in the dark staring at a blank computer screen, wondering what I can do to keep myself busy.
I know that pain, bro. It reminds me of a similar thing that happened to my mother's cat. After advice from my sis and a vet, she regrettably had to put her down. Not only was my mom upset but so was my cat because the two got along well. It sucks losing a friend.
 
We had to put my dog down this evening.

He had been getting increasingly sick this last month, being unable to walk well without collapsing on the floor, thinking it might be his joints acting up, though I honestly knew in the back of my head he was on his last days. He had suffered from heart problems for several years, at least 5 or so, which just amplifies the pain the pet would feel I'd imagine. I had thought it perhaps was just arthritis getting worse, but it was worse than I thought.

My mom had seen this morning that he absolutely could not walk but just a few steps without completely collapsing on the floor this morning, worse than what he had been in the last week. He also was very disoriented and refused to eat and drink, which I know is a classic tell-tale sign of a pet dying. That was at 11 this morning, but the veterinarian couldn't see us until 4:15 this afternoon, and by the time we got there, he had a seizure and completely couldn't walk. The vet thought his heart failure might have progressed and had a stroke, combined with liver failure, so both the vet and my parents agreed that it would be best to put him down. He went peacefully at 5:30 this evening.

I'm going to miss him, I don't really want to do anything but I know I really should. I had him since I was 10, I basically grew up with this dog. I guess I'll give some meditation today to what to do to take my mind off things.
 
Aww damn not Turd Ferguson...
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