This is a picture of my cat Sappho (saa-foe) who is having a really shitty day. I took her to the vet because her mouth was being funny and we all happily assumed she had an abcessed tooth. In goes the vet this morning for an x-ray and a tooth cleaning/extraction… and out she comes. It turns out that her teeth aren’t rotten, her jaw is. Half of the bone in her jaw is just gone. Gone.
How does that happen? How does half your head butting little darling’s jaw rot away without anyone even noticing? So anyway the long and the short of it is that she either has cancer or a massive bone infection. The Vet who is a definite countess of cats and as heartbroken as I am about all this is ninety-five percent sure that it’s cancer. For that matter so am I.
So, if it’s a bone infection it means three months of antibiotics and a bone graft. That’s the good option.
If it’s cancer then there are two options. Option one is to remove half her jaw, put her on massive steroids and see if the cancer responds. Downfall? Yeah, no jaw and the poor dear has to eat through a tube for the rest of her life. I love that lady enough that I’m pretty sure it’s not a choice she would make. So no.
Option two? Take her home and make her comfortable and just love her a lot for a few months. I’m crying right now. I’m still shocked enough that I just tear up and then it stops but man when the shock breaks I’m going to be a right fucking mess.
This darling girl has had a tough life. Nine years of being the second cat. Abuse from my exes cat for a while while she was recovering from her heart sister athena’s death and the anorexia that showed up as a result of her depression. [Those of you who don’t believe animals can grieve may have wished to hear her cry every night all night for days after I came home without Athena.] She’s had a good couple of years since I moved away from the ex. Actually only a year and a half. I guess that as retirements go it’s short but sweet?
This just feels so unfair. Athena died from a brain tumor after a horrible decline and now I get another cancerous cat? This sucks man.
I’m going to go get significantly intoxicated now.
My friend othercat had to let his cat othercat go today. We’re all really sad because it feels shitty. It’s sort of okay because she was twenty-one and a half and lived a good life. In fact she lived in more states/provinces than I have. Or at least as many… or a lot anyway. Whatever, as cat lives go I’d say it was a good one, she ate a lot and cuddled a lot and there was a lot of purring. Still, we’re pretty sad.
In other news, I’ve been the super of my building for about a month now. I think I like it and I’m getting killer biceps. Like killer. The garbage may be one of the most repulsive tasks that exists. Mandatory shower afterward. Like so grody. I’ve learned that I will need to wash my jacket a lot, and I mean a lot, like once a month. Still and all I rather like it.
Of course that means that the building is most likely going to be sold which sucks. I like having my car on the road and teaching Pilates and doing a little housekeeping for spare cash. The schedule is good and sometimes sitting at home and watching television is actually my job. The apartment renting is going well, rented four last month and think i may have rented one today. Seems like a good candidate so I’m down with that.
It’s strange how much I like this job.
Speaking of television. A lot of people are disappointed with Joan and The OC. I’m personally disappointed in SETH from the OC but not remotely disappointed in anyone else. I remember reading early on that none of these characters was perfect. So far it’s true. Remember how in the first episode we hated Luke but now we miss him? How we didn’t like Summer and now we love her? How we hated Marissa and now we curiously don’t? Hello… it’s called evolution, just look at the damm history. I think that it’s difficult for people to handle change… the thing is, if it doesn’t change then we hate it for staying the same.
Suck it up, it’s a good show, stop expecting it to be just like last year. That goes for Joan too. I can’t believe such a good show is on the bubble. It has to have dark times, things can’t always just be happy hapy joy joy. Personally I really like the direction this year and am disappointed in the 25% of viewers who have left. We don’t need them I tell you.
Okay off to have dinner with my sad friends.