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There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Sad News
It's been a bad few weeks for animals. Several people I know have recently lost beloved pets. It's been heartbreaking seeing one after another. Then my mom called me today in tears. The vet believs her cat, Socrates, has cancer. Of the liver. And there's nothing they can do about it and the vet has no way to tell her how long he has. This is very sudden. Back in May, his liver enzymes were up so he had some medication and he was doing great. Then, the other day, he was swollen. Puffed with fluids. She took him to the vet and they ran around $400 worth of tests and bloodwork. Everything came back fine. The vet was stumped. They removed some fluid but were going to extract more to make him comfortable Thursday. She brought him back in today (er, technically Thursday since I'm writing this after midnight) and they ran a pathology on the fluid. They're pretty sure it's cancer. She's absolutely devestated. For those of you who are newer readers to this journal, I struggled for two years with my cat, Kush-ka with cancer. It was some of the hardest times of my life. Kush to me was family in the deepest sense of the word. Not just "some cat" or "pet." It was heartbreaking. Socrates is that special to my mom. She says he is her best friend. And anyone who's had a special relationship with an animal can understand that. Socrates was the third kitty in a brief period of time to come into our lives. Kush was found and I knew he was meant to be with me. A few months later, Panda was found and rescued and he joined the household. Shortly after that, Socrates came into our lives too. In 1990, we went from no kitties to three kitties. My mom still has both Panda and Soc. And while Panda is loved, he's always been a shy, cranky kitty that's more gruff. He does his own thing. Soc on the other hand, has always been my mom's cat. He's loved up on her his entire life. Soc will be 16 this October. But now, with this horrible news, we don't know how long he has. And it's breaking my mom's heart. She called me in tears today and I started crying too. I know how hard going through cancer is with your cat. I know how you wonder every day how many more days you have. And I know how awful it is when you come to a point where you have to let them go. My mom doesn't need this kind of sorrow. With her health so poor, losing Soc like this is going to be a crushing blow. I wish I could do something or say something or somehow just make it better. In the end, there's not much any of us can do but wait and let her enjoy him as long as possible. Sad, sad day. It's one thing to know your kitty is getting old, it's quite another to be hit with this out of the blue. Warm thoughts for my mother are greatly appreciated.
~ from the beach near
:: miss m ::
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