Sunday, July 06, 2008
Ya know, I was totally resolved when I put Simba down. She was old; she was sick. It was time. She never suffered; she didn't feel any pain. It broke my heart and I thought about just picking her up and running out the door with her when Dr. Kirk gave her the sedation shot. But, I didn't because I knew it was time for her to go.
I've had three weeks to be comfortable with my decision. And I am. And then I had to go pick up her ashes today. Something I've put off for a week. It was very weird. There was a woman in the lobby with this cute poodle. And I don't like poodles. I find them way too hyper and yippy. In either case, I had called ahead, so they were expecting me. When the owner of the annoying poodle realized what I was doing there, she started crying. Which made me cry when I really thought I wasn't going to.
In either case, I'm very happy with the way Del Ray handled Simba. I was given a beautiful mahogany box with her ashes enclosed. They also gave me a ceramic heart with her paw print on one side and her name on the other.
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At the risk of sounding maudlin, I'm going to miss Simba-cat. She was a righteous girl. I rescued her from the animal shelter in St. Croix. I watched her snag a sugar bird mid-air with one paw and have it for dinner. Not my finest moment, but it was for her. She sat patiently in a dog carrier during two hurricanes with no complaints. She flew USAir to Baltimore with no complaints when I brought her to the States. And then proceeded to alternately love/hate me for making her an indoor-cat. During which time she slept in my face & made me wish for something better than Benadryl.
Godspeed, Simba....I'll meet you on the other side of the bridge.
peace
I've had three weeks to be comfortable with my decision. And I am. And then I had to go pick up her ashes today. Something I've put off for a week. It was very weird. There was a woman in the lobby with this cute poodle. And I don't like poodles. I find them way too hyper and yippy. In either case, I had called ahead, so they were expecting me. When the owner of the annoying poodle realized what I was doing there, she started crying. Which made me cry when I really thought I wasn't going to.
In either case, I'm very happy with the way Del Ray handled Simba. I was given a beautiful mahogany box with her ashes enclosed. They also gave me a ceramic heart with her paw print on one side and her name on the other.
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At the risk of sounding maudlin, I'm going to miss Simba-cat. She was a righteous girl. I rescued her from the animal shelter in St. Croix. I watched her snag a sugar bird mid-air with one paw and have it for dinner. Not my finest moment, but it was for her. She sat patiently in a dog carrier during two hurricanes with no complaints. She flew USAir to Baltimore with no complaints when I brought her to the States. And then proceeded to alternately love/hate me for making her an indoor-cat. During which time she slept in my face & made me wish for something better than Benadryl.
Godspeed, Simba....I'll meet you on the other side of the bridge.
peace
