We've been through a bit of a stressful 2 weeks - with our Smart ForTwo breaking down enroute to a "romantic" weekend to Winterlude in Ottawa. The good news is Mercedes Benz has acknowledged that the breakdown was due to mechanics error when we had work done on our car a few weeks prior. For now we're crossing our fingers that whatever they do to our car, that it comes back as good as before. The only thing is the loaner we have from them (another Smart ForTwo - but gas powered) means we can't take the courtesy car outside of Canada. So, renting a car will be necessary for now for any trips to the USA until we get the other Smart back. Let's just say, this has left a sour taste in my mouth for ever buying a Mercedes Benz product (not that I can afford one of their more luxury cars or want one).
What really has hit us hard this week- my oldest cat Manoucha (17 years old) - fell ill on the weekend. It all was very sudden - with her not eating or moving much. She was still able to do her hop up on the bed each morning to wake me up purring away like usual, but something wasn't right when she'd go away after that and I'd find her struggling to breath. I'm finding my morning wake up from her to be what gets me all choked up at the morning - a ritual of 17 years is hard to not miss. She was the most affectionate cat I've ever known and despite her ability to carve her signature scratches into my wood furniture with her uber super long claws (she detested having them clipped) - who couldn't love this little cat that I was slightly allergic to? I mean, she was my little Babooshka / Manouchka!
So, it's now the 3rd day since we received the call on Tuesday evening (I'd brought her in the day before) - just a few hours before that we'd been by to visit her. That call told us that things had become worse since they had performed a procedure to remove air from her chest cavity so they could take a better look at her x-ray. The diagnosis of the x-ray showed she had lung cancer. We decided within nanoseconds of hearing this that we couldn't continue to let her suffer any more then she had for the past 3 days.
The vetinary hospital we've always gone to has been going through delays of having renovations done - so sadly we couldn't be given the usual quiet time in a special room they used to have before (makes you feel like you are at home). I felt like we were on a stage with the nurses / doctor waiting to perform the lethal injection. Even the one lone dog that was in a cage nearby Manouchka knew something was up, and he was whimpering. In the room they used to have prior to renovations you could actually hold your pet while they administered the sleepy time drugs to take them away to the Rainbow Bridge. This is still bothering me that it was all done in such a sterile environment - andI couldn't hold her in my arms like I had for my other two cats we had put to sleep.
Yes, she was only a cat - some people who don't have pets will not be able to relate to those of us who have either a fur / feathers / scales member in their family - but she was part of ours- and we miss her dearly.
Time heals - and how I'm sort of handling this is that my friend Shawn (who had lost his step daughter Jenna to cancer a few years ago) has been battling colon cancer for the past year himself. The day after Manouchka died he had the results of x-rays that had been that revealed he was cancer free! Whoo! Whoo! Maybe Manouchka took his cancer away from him - I know silly thought - but that's the way I'm dealing with her loss that she helped him in some way.
Manouchka - 1994 - 2011
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