For the first time in almost 17 years… our last remaining cat, Marco, went into completely unexpected congestive heart failure yesterday afternoon and had to be put to sleep this morning. He was only 12, and will be greatly missed… This is the first time since a month after our wedding that we have no cats to care for.
On a lighter note, here’s a little something from the drafts folder because I just don’t feel like writing today.
(after Fountains of Wayne)
Jennifer’s mom is 55
She just turned 29
For the 24th time
Robert’s dad retired much to soon
Spends his time with HO scale trains
In the living room
They were just two kinda lonely people
Hoping to find someone to share some TV
Maybe go bowling on a Saturday night
Nothing too intense, cause who has that kind of time?
Jennifer and Robert got along pretty well
But if there was a spark there
You know that they couldn’t tell
But now their folks are gone on a ski trip to Vail
Robert feeds the cats and
Jennifer checks the mail
Five years later and the kids settled down
1.5 children and a dog
They rescued from the pound
Modest expectations and small rewards
On two accountants’ salaries
That’s all that they can afford
And in between the push and shove
They fret about their parents’ folly
Now Mom and Dad send all their love
On mildly naughty picture postcards from Bali
I’m so sorry for the loss of Marco. I’ve lost 4 feline friends over the past couple of years (2 in the last few months) and I miss them. It’s tough. You are in my thoughts.
So sorry to hear about Marco! I’ve always gotten a kick about such a huge
cat sounding like a squeaky toy. We’ll miss him too. Donna probably wants
some kind of dog once Oskar goes on down that path. He’s still in decent shape,
doesn’t play too much but loves the PETS. Tolerates Ro pretty well too, until
she starts using that Cat Eating Apocalypse Thing.
I like your song too. Expresses well how the generation before ours has gotten to realize more of the American Dream.
So sorry to hear that. May Bast give your beloved friend gentle skritches, good food and a warm place to sleep.
Thanks everyone… I choose to believe that he is now lounging around Bast’s palace lying in a sunbeam and eating ham without throwing up! :) Hail Bast, and thank you for giving us so many years of pleasure with your children. We have tried to care for them as you would wish.
Blessings on Marco and on your family for caring for him.