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Weekly Update, part 1
Apr. 28th, 2012 12:47 amRight.
It was two weekends ago I made the decision to make a decision about Ike. I think it was Monday evening that I truly made up my mind, after discussing it with Andy, and Tuesday after work I went in and talked to my vet about it. Naturally, she was having a vaccination clinic that week, so there was a line (which is unusual for her place) but she saw me and asked me if I needed something for Ike.
And suddenly, I could not talk. I just shook my head no. So she asked me if he was okay. Again, all I could do was shake my head no.
Five minutes later, she'd managed to bundle everyone into various rooms or away and we had the waiting room to ourselves. I took a deep breathe and managed to whisper that it was time. And then, she suddenly couldn't talk. I told her how bad he'd gotten, and other things that I don't really recall. She asked me if it needed done right away, and I said no, I was hoping we could do it Sunday evening at 6 p.m. She said that would be fine.
Monday night I had swung by the vet hospital that does small animal cremations, and asked them about what was needed and what the price was. A solo cremation with remains returned was $210; an appointment was not needed, just bring the animal by, and the remains were returned in a temporary urn, but they had a number of lovely urns available for special order and purchase, for which the prices were not listed. That's never a good sign.
Many were made out of mahogany. That's not a good sign for being inexpensive, either.
I told Jewel (my vet- she's about five foot tall, five foot round, red face and red hair. I secretly hope her middle name is Ruby) about the cremation guidelines, and told her I still wasn't 100% sure we were doing it, but I was 99% sure. If she didn't hear from me before Sunday at 6 p.m., we were doing it.
The rest of the week is kind of a blur- my thoughts were mostly taken up by Ike. I called my dad Tuesday night and told him what I had decided to do. Actually, I told him I had made a decision, and then, once again, I could not speak. Being my father, he knew immediately what I was referring to, and spoke for me. We cut the conversation short because Ike wandered out onto the porch (I was sitting in the yard) tried to step off the side to get to me, then sat down in his own poop.
You can see why I was 99% sure.
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And in my head thoughts would come and go talking of Michelangelo ...
It was two weekends ago I made the decision to make a decision about Ike. I think it was Monday evening that I truly made up my mind, after discussing it with Andy, and Tuesday after work I went in and talked to my vet about it. Naturally, she was having a vaccination clinic that week, so there was a line (which is unusual for her place) but she saw me and asked me if I needed something for Ike.
And suddenly, I could not talk. I just shook my head no. So she asked me if he was okay. Again, all I could do was shake my head no.
Five minutes later, she'd managed to bundle everyone into various rooms or away and we had the waiting room to ourselves. I took a deep breathe and managed to whisper that it was time. And then, she suddenly couldn't talk. I told her how bad he'd gotten, and other things that I don't really recall. She asked me if it needed done right away, and I said no, I was hoping we could do it Sunday evening at 6 p.m. She said that would be fine.
Monday night I had swung by the vet hospital that does small animal cremations, and asked them about what was needed and what the price was. A solo cremation with remains returned was $210; an appointment was not needed, just bring the animal by, and the remains were returned in a temporary urn, but they had a number of lovely urns available for special order and purchase, for which the prices were not listed. That's never a good sign.
Many were made out of mahogany. That's not a good sign for being inexpensive, either.
I told Jewel (my vet- she's about five foot tall, five foot round, red face and red hair. I secretly hope her middle name is Ruby) about the cremation guidelines, and told her I still wasn't 100% sure we were doing it, but I was 99% sure. If she didn't hear from me before Sunday at 6 p.m., we were doing it.
The rest of the week is kind of a blur- my thoughts were mostly taken up by Ike. I called my dad Tuesday night and told him what I had decided to do. Actually, I told him I had made a decision, and then, once again, I could not speak. Being my father, he knew immediately what I was referring to, and spoke for me. We cut the conversation short because Ike wandered out onto the porch (I was sitting in the yard) tried to step off the side to get to me, then sat down in his own poop.
You can see why I was 99% sure.
( Read more... )
And in my head thoughts would come and go talking of Michelangelo ...
