Friday, October 26, 2012
Well another week shut to hell. I have the joy of watching my tomcat get sicker and sicker and coming to the inevitable decision that I will have to end his suffering sooner rather than later. Its hard for me as I did NOT care for him when we first got him as I just knew he was going to be a long haired cat and a shedder (in fact my pet name for him used to be "hairy bastard" he was a replacement for a little black kitten my daughter had that had an inoperable urinary tract problem ) - the only thing that managed to bring us close was the fact that after my tom died (in his sleep -he was obedient and unselfish to the end) was the fact that I realized that after Malcolm died, that he (Sam) and I had both lost our best friend. He never did endear me with his shedding but I did tolerate it (I am sure that the lint roller companies LOVED ME) but as long as he managed to keep his HAIR out of my food it was tolerable and we did get quite attached. Anyone who has ever had a Maine Coon as a pet can attest to their loyalty and obedience , much like taking the best characteristics of from a cat and a dog. The true irony was that we were never sure WHAT Sam was (or is as he is still alive of course as I write this as I have not set a date and as far as I know neither has anyone else) as he was picked up as kitten from the SPCA as was Malcolm. Its curious as I feel guilt shame and a whole gamut of emotions and thoughts regarding this whole thing. It is NOT an easy task .