Oh Jilli, oh Pete, oh Fred Pete, oh Hubs. My heart goes out to you all.
Yes. So much.
Here is your cup of coffee. Brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.
Xander ,'Chosen'
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Nora Deirdre - Apr 20, 2011 11:02:15 am PDT #20163 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Scrappy - Apr 20, 2011 11:15:10 am PDT #20164 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
What smonster said.
ChiKat - Apr 20, 2011 11:18:28 am PDT #20165 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Jilli and Pete}}}
{{{FredPete and Hubs}}}
{{Gud}}
Oh, y'all, I am so so sorry. All my love and thoughts are with all y'all.
SailAweigh - Apr 20, 2011 11:40:10 am PDT #20166 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{All}} I'm too bleary to try and type it all. You're all in my heart and have my total sympathy.
Fred Pete - Apr 20, 2011 11:42:37 am PDT #20167 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Thanks, all. Victor didn't suffer. He never really regained consciousness after the surgery. And if it was FIP, all he had to look forward to was a few days to a week in the hospital, looking forward to our evening visits.
He was lively last night, climbing all over us. His movements were more confident, his irises were looking better. The jaundice in his eyes wasn't getting worse. The vet said his lungs were clearing up -- if they hadn't, I don't think she would have approved the surgery.
I knew there was a chance that he wouldn't make it through the surgery. But it still hurts incredibly.
Calli - Apr 20, 2011 11:54:55 am PDT #20168 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Fred. I'm glad that Victor's last evening was a fairly nice one, with you and Hubs.
erin_obscure - Apr 20, 2011 12:00:55 pm PDT #20169 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
well dang, no wonder i've been so cranky and crabby this morning - the universe is hurting good people and that's just not on. can't believe i'm crying over other's people's lost pets, it hurts even by proxy. so much ~ma in so many directions. unloading is good.
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 12:11:34 pm PDT #20170 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'm so sorry you guys.
I've needed to read a lot about losing a pet in the past couple of months, and one thing that gets repeated is that people who feel like they could/should have done more are the people who already have done everything possible (in other words, the people who were shitty pet owners were NOT the ones thinking they could have done more). I'd guess this is the case with Pete and Tzepesh. It feels like a betrayal, but it's not. Which is easy to say, but hard to believe.
So much this.
Dana - Apr 20, 2011 12:23:30 pm PDT #20171 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Man, rough days. Hugs to those who need them.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Apr 20, 2011 12:23:59 pm PDT #20172 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Thoughts for Jilli and Pete, and for Fred Pete.