Could have been a lot worse…

Yesterday I wrote a post about the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away.  It was a sad time writing the post, but it was good therapy to write it.  I was always thankful that we were able to plan the last couple days of Ozzy’s life, and ensure he wasn’t suffering.  Being that it was the first up close and pet we’d lost, there were a lot of unknowns and uncertainities.

Yesterday afternoon, Jayne cornered a woodchuck in the backyard.  I have no idea how the fat little chuck managed to get his way into our fenced in yard, but he did.  While at first not believing what I was seeing, Jayne went head first in to sniff or bite maybe the woodchuck, and in retaliation, the woodchuck bit Jayne.  We didn’t notice at first because Jayne never yelped and never acted at all uncomfortable.  We discovered the bite while I was prepping pizzas, which for a second seemed inconvenient, but I just finished what I was doing and took Jayne to the emergency room for dogs.

She just needed some stitching up, nothing serious in turns out.  The stitching couldn’t wait so bringing her to the vet right away was the right call.  However, the couple next to me wasn’t so lucky.  Trying not to overhear their conversation, they were deep in trying to decide if their dog could be helped or had reached the end of the line.  It sounded like the dog was in some pain.  I left before they made any decision, but as I was leaving, I watched a pair of women, one who’d obviously been crying, carry in a tiny little dog.  No idea what was happening their, as I was very, very much wanting to get out of there.

With Jayne, it could have been a lot worse.  The cut could have been deeper, it could have been on the neck, etc.  With Ozzy, it could have been worse if he’d suffer.  A trip to the vet emergency room on the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away was not how i wanted to spend my Saturday night, but it could have been a lot worse, and I’m thankful for that.

Could have been a lot worse…

Yesterday I wrote a post about the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away.  It was a sad time writing the post, but it was good therapy to write it.  I was always thankful that we were able to plan the last couple days of Ozzy’s life, and ensure he wasn’t suffering.  Being that it was the first up close and pet we’d lost, there were a lot of unknowns and uncertainities.

Yesterday afternoon, Jayne cornered a woodchuck in the backyard.  I have no idea how the fat little chuck managed to get his way into our fenced in yard, but he did.  While at first not believing what I was seeing, Jayne went head first in to sniff or bite maybe the woodchuck, and in retaliation, the woodchuck bit Jayne.  We didn’t notice at first because Jayne never yelped and never acted at all uncomfortable.  We discovered the bite while I was prepping pizzas, which for a second seemed inconvenient, but I just finished what I was doing and took Jayne to the emergency room for dogs.

She just needed some stitching up, nothing serious in turns out.  The stitching couldn’t wait so bringing her to the vet right away was the right call.  However, the couple next to me wasn’t so lucky.  Trying not to overhear their conversation, they were deep in trying to decide if their dog could be helped or had reached the end of the line.  It sounded like the dog was in some pain.  I left before they made any decision, but as I was leaving, I watched a pair of women, one who’d obviously been crying, carry in a tiny little dog.  No idea what was happening their, as I was very, very much wanting to get out of there.

With Jayne, it could have been a lot worse.  The cut could have been deeper, it could have been on the neck, etc.  With Ozzy, it could have been worse if he’d suffer.  A trip to the vet emergency room on the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away was not how i wanted to spend my Saturday night, but it could have been a lot worse, and I’m thankful for that.

Ozzy, Gone a year, but not forgotten

A year ago today, Ozzy passed away a few days after suffering a massive stroke.  It all happened so quickly.  One Saturday afternoon he was running around, the next morning, he’d lost control of his legs and tail.  A few trips to various vets all gave us the same prognosis, which was that he was highly unlikely to regain any sort of quality of life.   On a Tuesday morning, I made the call to the vet to arrange for him to be put to sleep at our home, and so it was two days later that he passed away.

I spent the days in between with him, watching tv, trying to work, and sleeping next to him.  By Thursday morning, I was 100% positive I’d made the right decision as he was not getting better and I could tell he wasn’t happy at all.  The last thing I watched with him was the 100th episode of This Week in Google.  A couple hours later, he was gone. I held his paw as he went to sleep and soon after his body stopped, and that was it.  

Ozzy almost died two years earlier due to his bladder getting plugged up.  I had to leave him overnight for surgery, and that evening the vet called me to say his blood work was really bad and there was a good chance he wouldn’t make it and even if he made it through surgery his kidneys could be so damaged he couldn’t go on.  There was not enough time for me to see him before he went into surgery.  He made it through fine, and his kidneys weren’t damaged, so he lived another two and half years before the stroke.  Strokes are so rare in cats, that there isn’t much of anything you can do for them.

Ozzy was cremated a couple days later, and his ashes remain near where I sleep.  I miss him every day, and I keep pictures of him nearby.  I won’t tell you he was a great cat, because really, he was only a great cat to me.  Very loyal to me and didn’t seem to like my wife or brother very much.  For the last six months of his life, he had another cat in his midst, Lemmy, who as practically a kitten.  They didn’t exactly get along, but they could co-exist just fine.

I thought Ozzy would be the last cat we ever had, because of my allergies and the fact that our other dogs didn’t seem to get along with cats.  Well, Lemmy is a totally different kind of cat.  A few months after Ozzy passed we adopted two more dogs, Mags and Finnick, to bring our total number of dogs up to seven.  Lemmy got along with the new dogs and eventually, the cat side/dog side setup we’d had for so many years dissolved.  The cat and dogs roam everywhere.

There will never another cat like Ozzy, and there will never be a replacement for him in my life.  Lemmy does like me, but he’s a completely different personality.  Finnick, on  the other hand, has taken the spot by my side that Ozzy had.  No, he is not a replacement or a fill-in.  He’s a dog for one, but also, he’s just different.  I wasn’t looking for a replacement for Ozzy, but Finnick just happens to be that 1% of dogs that prefers me over my wife.

A few weeks later, I was off to TAM, The Amazing Meeting.  I felt a little guilty about enjoying myself a few weeks after Ozzy passed.  However, I decided that one way to honor Ozzy’s memory was to join up with some vegans and people who care about animals at TAM.  So I did that and made some new friends.  We made some donations in Ozzy’s name as well, so hopefully someone else can get to enjoy thirteen years or so of time with an animal like Ozzy

So, Ozzy, can’t believe it’s been a year without you.  Miss you every day!

Ozzy, Gone a year, but not forgotten

A year ago today, Ozzy passed away a few days after suffering a massive stroke.  It all happened so quickly.  One Saturday afternoon he was running around, the next morning, he’d lost control of his legs and tail.  A few trips to various vets all gave us the same prognosis, which was that he was highly unlikely to regain any sort of quality of life.   On a Tuesday morning, I made the call to the vet to arrange for him to be put to sleep at our home, and so it was two days later that he passed away.

I spent the days in between with him, watching tv, trying to work, and sleeping next to him.  By Thursday morning, I was 100% positive I’d made the right decision as he was not getting better and I could tell he wasn’t happy at all.  The last thing I watched with him was the 100th episode of This Week in Google.  A couple hours later, he was gone. I held his paw as he went to sleep and soon after his body stopped, and that was it.  

Ozzy almost died two years earlier due to his bladder getting plugged up.  I had to leave him overnight for surgery, and that evening the vet called me to say his blood work was really bad and there was a good chance he wouldn’t make it and even if he made it through surgery his kidneys could be so damaged he couldn’t go on.  There was not enough time for me to see him before he went into surgery.  He made it through fine, and his kidneys weren’t damaged, so he lived another two and half years before the stroke.  Strokes are so rare in cats, that there isn’t much of anything you can do for them.

Ozzy was cremated a couple days later, and his ashes remain near where I sleep.  I miss him every day, and I keep pictures of him nearby.  I won’t tell you he was a great cat, because really, he was only a great cat to me.  Very loyal to me and didn’t seem to like my wife or brother very much.  For the last six months of his life, he had another cat in his midst, Lemmy, who as practically a kitten.  They didn’t exactly get along, but they could co-exist just fine.

I thought Ozzy would be the last cat we ever had, because of my allergies and the fact that our other dogs didn’t seem to get along with cats.  Well, Lemmy is a totally different kind of cat.  A few months after Ozzy passed we adopted two more dogs, Mags and Finnick, to bring our total number of dogs up to seven.  Lemmy got along with the new dogs and eventually, the cat side/dog side setup we’d had for so many years dissolved.  The cat and dogs roam everywhere.

There will never another cat like Ozzy, and there will never be a replacement for him in my life.  Lemmy does like me, but he’s a completely different personality.  Finnick, on  the other hand, has taken the spot by my side that Ozzy had.  No, he is not a replacement or a fill-in.  He’s a dog for one, but also, he’s just different.  I wasn’t looking for a replacement for Ozzy, but Finnick just happens to be that 1% of dogs that prefers me over my wife.

A few weeks later, I was off to TAM, The Amazing Meeting.  I felt a little guilty about enjoying myself a few weeks after Ozzy passed.  However, I decided that one way to honor Ozzy’s memory was to join up with some vegans and people who care about animals at TAM.  So I did that and made some new friends.  We made some donations in Ozzy’s name as well, so hopefully someone else can get to enjoy thirteen years or so of time with an animal like Ozzy

So, Ozzy, can’t believe it’s been a year without you.  Miss you every day!