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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Krowbar who wrote (13916)	11/30/1997 10:57:00 AM
From: MSB	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

You know Del, to say that we agree about most things would be like acknowledging the mutual fact that pigs fly. Never-the-less, I'm sorry to hear about your feline friend. Earlier this year or late last, we had decided to take Beary to the vet to have a large sisck(tell me something, someone, how does one use a dictionary to find the correct spelling of a word when one does not know how to spell it in the first place?) removed from his back leg. I querried the doctor about all the worst case scenerios, watched him fade into sleep when they administered the anesthesia (all these big words!), and sorta of wanted to wait until he came out of it, but the doctor told us to go home. It was not a pleasant experience to go through. We about had to pull over several times on the way home. Needless to say, Beary came through it just fine. My wife still gets a bit weepy when she talks about friends she had as a child. Sorry to hear about your friend, Del.

To: Krowbar who wrote (13916)	11/30/1997 11:24:00 AM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I'm really sorry about your cat, Del. I have loved cats since I was a tiny baby and had a beautiful long-haired black one named Raven, and hearing about yours made me start crying and now I can't stop. I keep thinking about Red Kitten, the one we buried in the forest near our house after a car hit him--how he lived for a couple of hours with his back broken, panicking because he couldn't walk even though he kept trying to get up--and about how my ten-year-old cat Lizzie is starting to act like an old-lady cat, not quite as spry as she was when she was a kitten, even though she still wants to be frisky and playful, and I can see her aging and see myself doing the same thing at the same time, and it is all just very sad, emotions all swirling and mixed up. I know you don't usually like poetry very much, but this one seems appropriate and I hope you don't mind my putting it here: IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain does keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done for this - the last battle -can't be won. You will be sad I understand But don't let grief then stay your hand. For on this day, more than the rest Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end. And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must now be you Who has to decide this thing to do. We've been so close - we two -these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears. (author unknown)