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Tonight, I went and held my friend Donna’s hand while her 21-year-old cat L.S. was put to sleep. It was rough – her ex-husband was still in Alabama, trying to get a flight home, and she was upset that he wasn’t there to say goodbye.
L.S. was a grey and white tomcat, a “hellraiser,” according to Donna. His name in actuality was “Little Shit,” named when he was a kitten, and he’d had quite the colorful life.
Donna told me how he’d run around on his hind legs, paws waving in the air, playing tag with one of her old roommates. How he’d gotten revenge on another roommate who’d locked him in her room, by peeing and pooping all over her bed. Yes, ALL over: apparently he christened each and every pillow, her bedspread, flat sheet AND fitted sheet. How he’d waited until another friend who had bugged him fell asleep, and then clawed the snot out of him.
He went out the same way. It took enough anesthesia for an 80-lb cat to stop his heart, and even then, it took 30 minutes, not a few seconds. He was in kidney failure, and his veins were collapsed, forcing the vet to inject directly into his lungs. Even at the end, he got his shot in: he stuck his tongue out at the vet, and purred until the end.
He was a good cat. Bow your heads for a moment, and if you go out tonight, have a drink for L.S.
L.S. was a grey and white tomcat, a “hellraiser,” according to Donna. His name in actuality was “Little Shit,” named when he was a kitten, and he’d had quite the colorful life.
Donna told me how he’d run around on his hind legs, paws waving in the air, playing tag with one of her old roommates. How he’d gotten revenge on another roommate who’d locked him in her room, by peeing and pooping all over her bed. Yes, ALL over: apparently he christened each and every pillow, her bedspread, flat sheet AND fitted sheet. How he’d waited until another friend who had bugged him fell asleep, and then clawed the snot out of him.
He went out the same way. It took enough anesthesia for an 80-lb cat to stop his heart, and even then, it took 30 minutes, not a few seconds. He was in kidney failure, and his veins were collapsed, forcing the vet to inject directly into his lungs. Even at the end, he got his shot in: he stuck his tongue out at the vet, and purred until the end.
He was a good cat. Bow your heads for a moment, and if you go out tonight, have a drink for L.S.
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I really wish that no one passed away.
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*reminds himself to hug Sasha and Alexi extra tight when he gets home*
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Bear, Sebastian and Tayla all got extra loving last night.