30
year old Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two
cats, loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated
Help support Pet Cancer Awareness
I lost my beloved cat,
Kush, to cancer in 2003. Cancer is the #1 disease-related
cause of death for cats and dogs. With your support, together we can
find a cure
ASPCA
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There are people on
the net that have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty
to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a day
talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I
say
grow up.
Here's a bit of
info people...the web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say
here, or who I am, or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like,
or the color of my hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on,
go somewhere else. It's really, really easy. Honest. You just
click the little "x" in the corner of your browser and *poof* the
offending, big, mean and nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this
site. It's mine. That means I can use it for whatever the hell I
want to. Don't like it if I'm bitching about something in my life?
Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing
my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the
line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live and let live
Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This
journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to
write and express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So
read or don't, it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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The Original Three Back in 1990, I was 13 years old. We had a dog named Rocky who had moved down to Florida with us from PA. But in that year, one after another, we wound up adopting three special kitties who came into our lives. First was Kush-Ka, then came Panda and finally Socrates.
Kush was an all-grey cat and clearly a Russian Blue in breed. Panda was (as you can probably guess by his name) a fluffy, poofy, black-and-white kitty. Socrates was a silver/white tabby. We used to laugh that we wound up with three kitties without color, all suited for a black and white film.
Kush was my kitty and when I grew up, lived with me most of his later years. I lost him almost five years ago from cancer. (I had to put him to sleep April 22, 2003) And in July of 2006, my mom had to put Socrates to sleep after he lost his battle with cancer as well. Yesterday, April 18th, 2008, Panda also succumbed to cancer.
Panda was the last of the original three boys. He hung in there for almost 18 years. (We celebrated his birthday in June.) And it's like the end of an era. It's weird to think that they are all gone now. There was such a finality to Panda's passing yesterday. It's just so hard to think that the three boys who've been in our lives for so long are no more. It was so hard for me to lose Kush. And terribly painful for my mom to lose Socrates. But, I don't know, in some way, it didn't feel quite as complete as when Panda went yesterday. Because it still felt like, in some way, there was still a tie or a connection to the other two. Now, that's gone.
Panda had developed a host of tumors. And he was too old to operate, so Mom just kept an eye on him and unfortunately, he started losing weight and just wasn't doing very well. She had scheduled an appointment for him on Tuesday the 22nd (ironically, the 5th anniversary since Kush's passing) but when Mom's husband got up yesterday morning, it was time to let him go. He called me and I came up. My sister came over too and the three of us went to the vet. The vet was very sweet and gentle and Panda passed very softly and easily. We then transported him to a pet crematory. I'll go back up to Mom's on Tuesday so I can go with her to retrieve his ashes.
This is the first time in 18 years that there's been no kitty at Mom's house. She has a dog, Kylie, who's a sweetheart, but still. It's not the same. It was so hard when Mom got home yesterday afternoon after it was all over because it really hit her in that moment that they were all gone.
Panda Bear (as we called him) was a sweet kitty. Scared of his own shadow sometimes, he was also a brave and efficient hunter. He used to bring mom "gifts" of birds and squirrels and place them on the rug in front of the sink for her. He also used to eat roaches but leave the heads. (No idea why!) He had a very whiney meow and got very loud when he was waiting to be fed. He had a puffy tail and tufts of fur between his paw pads. We used to call him a "Clydesdale" because of how fluffy his feet where. He had half a mustache on his face and soft, soft fur. He was a nice cat and he - along with the other two - will be missed.
So, goodbye boys. You were loved and we thank you for the gift of your lives. I don't think there'll ever quite be another group like you three. Thank you for all the years and all the love and all the good memories.
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Kush was an all-grey cat and clearly a Russian Blue in breed. Panda was (as you can probably guess by his name) a fluffy, poofy, black-and-white kitty. Socrates was a silver/white tabby. We used to laugh that we wound up with three kitties without color, all suited for a black and white film.
Panda had developed a host of tumors. And he was too old to operate, so Mom just kept an eye on him and unfortunately, he started losing weight and just wasn't doing very well. She had scheduled an appointment for him on Tuesday the 22nd (ironically, the 5th anniversary since Kush's passing) but when Mom's husband got up yesterday morning, it was time to let him go. He called me and I came up. My sister came over too and the three of us went to the vet. The vet was very sweet and gentle and Panda passed very softly and easily. We then transported him to a pet crematory. I'll go back up to Mom's on Tuesday so I can go with her to retrieve his ashes.