It was so
hard.. to come home to (what I consider, now, to be) an empty house.
I went to the grocery store on the way home, because I NEED 1/2 and 1/2 for my coffee. I looked at the tuna, and thought to get the expensive kind (the kind in only water with ultra low sodium) and knew it didn't matter any more. So many things don't matter anymore. After picking up the 1/2 and 1/2 and milk (which I'm surprised they still had) and some ice cream and frozen chicken patties (in case I am here for The Holidays), I went to the pet aisle and then I came to the cat treats. They have a new flavor Scallop, Shrimp, & Tuna flavor (that I'm sure J.D. would have loved) - big tears ...do they eat in heaven? And, it was just so hard. I can buy anything I want. And that
Celine Dion Sinead OConnor song "It's been Seven Hours and Fifteen Days" song has been repeating itself in my head all day.
Sorry to lay all this on you. So many days, I was feeling negative, about how I thought J.D. was feeling, but I kept trying to post positive, so as not to get negative vibes going for him. Most days I only saw him before work and after work, and had to get all these pills and food into him, was lacking sleep. Somewhere inside me, I knew, he didn't have much quality of life left, except for sitting next to me after feedings (he looked good), and following me everywhere I went, and purring when he slept with me.
I was putting some stuff together to take with us to Pittsburgh (and J.D.'s ashes are coming with us of course), and I was putting J.D.'s collars into his box, and I let Ginger smell them, and I know she heard the rings of his bells
I'll just shut up, now.
The weather report was changing every couple of hours, today. It seems if it keeps being a "Heavy Snow" forecast for tomorrow, that I will then just (hopefully) sleep tomorrow, and enjoy (sorry Amy) the snow storm, and then leave for Pittsburgh on Thanksgiving morning.
ETA: Ginger got a vet appointment yesterday, and her itching is
not fleas. I couldn't just show up at Deb's and bring a scratching cat, and say "I don't
think it's fleas". The vet says it's probably some allergic reaction to food maybe. She said we can try a short course of steroids (and cause diabetes?), or try a novel protein like Duck (but cat's like variety), or do expensive allergy tests, or just let it go and see what happens. Since she started the scratching at the beginning of summer, I choose to see if the itching doesn't subside now that we are coming into winter weather.
Sorry to be emotional. I just kept waking up every 2 hours last night, and just didn't sleep well.
Please hug and kiss all your fur babies for me, tonight, and give them a bit of extra love, like I tried to give to J.D.