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carols_stuffSo let me fill you in on today.
I spent way too much time on the phone talking to the loan person and trying to work out what this latest set of hoops to jump through were.
The latest one was that wonderful money that we killed ourselves putting together and taking down Wed when I was so ill, was today transfered to my checking and a check written on my car to drag the payments way down (insanely low) to bring things down 1 point. But now we're back to we won't close until the end of the week.
And that was the best part of my day. Doc was an utter ass.
Rest under here, since there are a bunch of photos, all clickable thumbnails
Several years ago-almost 6 of them, Jeannie and Amber showed up with a little grey tabby cat that had been abandoned. They were keeping her brother, Gus Gus, and I took Jack. She wasn't anything bright and fancy, just a little grey tabby with green eyes. And she never got on with me really, but she loved Bert. Drove him nuts constantly trying to sit on him. When Bert died she started getting cranky with some of the other cats and would pick fights. And lately she's stopped using the litter box and using my kitchen floor instead. The last 3 days there's been blood in that. And she's stopped grooming herself and become terribly matted. And she's not eating much. So this morning I bundled her off to our old buddy Dr Holderman. When I went back at 1:30 to see what we knew Jon told me to come back about 2 since Dr H was in surgery. So at 2:00 I went back and Ryder met me in the waiting room and we talked. (did I mention I'm taller that Dr H?) They found a UTI, crystals in the urine, some dental problems that were going to cost her teeth in the very near future, and a growth on her kidney. We could try medication and treatment and maybe she'd be better for awhile but no idea how long, and she wasn't going to be here for more than 6-12 months at any rate.
So, Jack went to kitty heaven at 2:30 this afternoon. It was a very peaceful crossing, and right up to the end she didn't want a thing to do with me, pulled away when I tried to pet her. So why do I feel so bad and keep crying?
Anyway, some photos of Jack, for posterity
Tomorrow I'm going to OctoberFaire with Karson in Ontario.
I spent way too much time on the phone talking to the loan person and trying to work out what this latest set of hoops to jump through were.
The latest one was that wonderful money that we killed ourselves putting together and taking down Wed when I was so ill, was today transfered to my checking and a check written on my car to drag the payments way down (insanely low) to bring things down 1 point. But now we're back to we won't close until the end of the week.
And that was the best part of my day. Doc was an utter ass.
Rest under here, since there are a bunch of photos, all clickable thumbnails
Several years ago-almost 6 of them, Jeannie and Amber showed up with a little grey tabby cat that had been abandoned. They were keeping her brother, Gus Gus, and I took Jack. She wasn't anything bright and fancy, just a little grey tabby with green eyes. And she never got on with me really, but she loved Bert. Drove him nuts constantly trying to sit on him. When Bert died she started getting cranky with some of the other cats and would pick fights. And lately she's stopped using the litter box and using my kitchen floor instead. The last 3 days there's been blood in that. And she's stopped grooming herself and become terribly matted. And she's not eating much. So this morning I bundled her off to our old buddy Dr Holderman. When I went back at 1:30 to see what we knew Jon told me to come back about 2 since Dr H was in surgery. So at 2:00 I went back and Ryder met me in the waiting room and we talked. (did I mention I'm taller that Dr H?) They found a UTI, crystals in the urine, some dental problems that were going to cost her teeth in the very near future, and a growth on her kidney. We could try medication and treatment and maybe she'd be better for awhile but no idea how long, and she wasn't going to be here for more than 6-12 months at any rate.
So, Jack went to kitty heaven at 2:30 this afternoon. It was a very peaceful crossing, and right up to the end she didn't want a thing to do with me, pulled away when I tried to pet her. So why do I feel so bad and keep crying?
Anyway, some photos of Jack, for posterity
Tomorrow I'm going to OctoberFaire with Karson in Ontario.
