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Sep. 9th, 2003 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupJust got home from seeing Lilya 4-Ever. I'm not sure why I decided to lift my spirits by watching a flick about the white slave trade, the former Eastern Bloc, and teenage glue-sniffing, but there you go. One of those heartwarming movies that makes you want to cut off your penis as soon as you leave the theater. Then the most effective part of the film was creating a sense of doom by constantly blaring the chipper sounds of Euro-electronic-synthpop.
Anyway... have now talked to a couple of vets about what happened to F. They agreed that it was most likely a heart thing and that it couldn't have been prevented or anticipated. And that it doesn't make sense that he would have been poisoned and take two weeks to die without any other evidence before then. So it was just one of those inscrutable cat things. The guy told me that when he came the Friday before, F. had even sat in his lap for a while and that they'd really bonded over the summer. So that made me feel a little bit better.
I just wish I had been here with him when it happened. I still get a heavy feeling in my heart when I open the door... because he was always right there when you came home. We buried him in the back yard (my landlord the mensch actually dug the hole himself without me asking him) and put a flower on it, and I can see the flower from my office window. So that also helps.
Thanks to all of you for your kind comments... they are much appreciated.
Anyway... have now talked to a couple of vets about what happened to F. They agreed that it was most likely a heart thing and that it couldn't have been prevented or anticipated. And that it doesn't make sense that he would have been poisoned and take two weeks to die without any other evidence before then. So it was just one of those inscrutable cat things. The guy told me that when he came the Friday before, F. had even sat in his lap for a while and that they'd really bonded over the summer. So that made me feel a little bit better.
I just wish I had been here with him when it happened. I still get a heavy feeling in my heart when I open the door... because he was always right there when you came home. We buried him in the back yard (my landlord the mensch actually dug the hole himself without me asking him) and put a flower on it, and I can see the flower from my office window. So that also helps.
Thanks to all of you for your kind comments... they are much appreciated.
