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Pet Obituary II
Jack is gone. I came home today and found her.
With Meg I was more or less expecting it. She was frail and going barmy and I knew she was on the way out, and that all I could do was try and make her comfortable. But Jack, okay, she'd lost a bit of weight and was slowing down, but she was pottering round the cage last night quite happily, she wasn't wheezing like she's sometimes done in the past, a few weeks ago we'd changed her bedding to a kind that was supposed to be better for her breathing, she was nibbling things... and today she died.
I had a premonition with Meg, I had a chance to arrange some words in my head for her in advance, not really admitting to myself what I was doing. But now I'm just stunned. And even though Jack got vicious in her old age and we never really had a relationship as such, I'm wondering if I should have seen something. Done something.
Other people have bigger sorrows tonight which I don't want to belittle, but still... sigh. Goodbye, Jack. Tomorrow I'll bury you next to Meg in the flowerbed.
With Meg I was more or less expecting it. She was frail and going barmy and I knew she was on the way out, and that all I could do was try and make her comfortable. But Jack, okay, she'd lost a bit of weight and was slowing down, but she was pottering round the cage last night quite happily, she wasn't wheezing like she's sometimes done in the past, a few weeks ago we'd changed her bedding to a kind that was supposed to be better for her breathing, she was nibbling things... and today she died.
I had a premonition with Meg, I had a chance to arrange some words in my head for her in advance, not really admitting to myself what I was doing. But now I'm just stunned. And even though Jack got vicious in her old age and we never really had a relationship as such, I'm wondering if I should have seen something. Done something.
Other people have bigger sorrows tonight which I don't want to belittle, but still... sigh. Goodbye, Jack. Tomorrow I'll bury you next to Meg in the flowerbed.
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But thanks.
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Want me to come over earlier tomorrow to help send her off?
*huggles*
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To Jack *clink*
Cheers hunni x x x
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Thank goodness for the aforementioned wine and chocolate.
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Symbolic I guess.
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Perhaps one day an appropriate flower will spring from the flowerbed - at the risk of sounding like Joyce Grenfell, what flower (or plant, if you prefer) do you think?
In the meantime, my condolences and better thoughts...
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But thanks.
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I was thinking the other day that I’d not been round your place in ages, and so not seen her in ages. Even if she wasn’t as easy to get on with recently as she used to be. Oh well.
*hug*
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It sounds very much like how Arwen went - lost a bit of weight, slowed down - & then suddenly just died. On the upside - it's a far better way to go than to have to do the taking-to-vet thing.
[hugs] & sympathy.
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*hugs and much sympathy*
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Sorry to hear that the place is now emptier. It seems like lots of people knew Jack - or had been worried about their fingers by her, at least.
It sounds to me like Jack was somewhat curmudgeonly. Which must mean that she was happy, of course. So she was probably happy at a life lived well, and certainly managed a ripe old age. I suppose that makes her life a good one...
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Meeting julietk's friendly, affectionate rats was an eye-opener, though. It made me realise I'd never really got through to her.
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*hugs*
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Sorry to hear that - I still remember patchy (my first proper pet - a gerbil) being taken to the Vets : (
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I'm going to call you tonight and we'll make a date for you to come visit, okay? It's been too long.
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Thinking about you.
x
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Incidently, the video to Hotel Yorba, has Meg playing with a rat a bit like Jack at the end of it. Cooo, spooky ;)
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