I have been overwhelmed as of late and I know I haven't posted - things are getting a bit too much away from me and I have needed some time to get myself together again.
It was with a very sad and heavy heart that I had to come to a heart-breaking decision to put Mr. Taliesin down.
This is the hardest thing I have done yet.
Two Sundays ago around 7PM I noticed Taliesin straining as he was trying to go pee and then he let out a heart breaking yowl and I knew what the problem was.
He had a blockage in his urethra- likely crystals that were packed up in his bladder and clogging him so that he couldn't pee at all. This happened about 6 years ago and I was able at that time, to spend the $1000.00 to get him well. Emergency surgery and 4 days of boarding at the vet's was very pricey but I was able to take out a loan and pay for the treatment.
This time, there was no way I could extend my credit on such short notice and so it was with a very heavy heart that I had to say goodbye to my furry friend of 10 years. I headed to the SPCA for when they opened.
I am heartbroken.
My friend Jordi had this to say about it which is so apropos I had to share.
It is a hard decision to make to put a treasured pet down. They are your love and companion and best friend, listener and licker of tears. They are the only one who really understands when you feel like crap and they are the one that sleeps by your side - even when they are mad at you for going out all night or away for the weekend. They are often the one you scoop up and squeeze for a little love when everything else feels dull and lifeless.
What an experience.
I can't say enough good things about the people at the BCSPCA Animal Hospital. They could barely understand me through my sobbing but were very kind and very patient.
It was tough, but I do believe it was the best decision considering the severity of the situation. By the time I got him to the Clinic, Taliesin was going into shock and was yowling and shaking uncontrollably no doubt with fear as much as septic shock.
The cost was going to come in at an unaffordable $1275.00 (including taxes) and I really just couldn't afford it. I had him examined though and was also given a 'poor mans' version which would be around $800.00 but the chances of my older cat being OK with the 'poor man's' version was not likely and the vet was very clear about that.
I had an agonizing hour when I was waiting to hear back from an insurance company whether or not they would extend my coverage/credit and cover the cost of the surgery. Alas, it was not to be.
Taliesin and I parted ways the morning of Feb 19 2007 at 10:45AM. I couldn't bear to be with him when they gave him the needle and I think that we did have a nicer goodbye between us. The last thing I wanted was to see him react to the pain of an needle and then fade away. He even gave me kisses and we held hands (in our fashion) for a while.
My heart is really hurting right now, but they did make it as easy as possible on me.
My apartment is suddenly very large. He had a huge personality and was a really chatty sort of cat - he loved to tell me all about his days of lazing in the sunny spots, sleeping curled up on my pillow, chasing spiders (sometimes real ones, most of the times invisible ones) and he had to tell me every detail of every dream he ever had or could hope to have.
He was my early weather warning system - giving me 2hours of 'heads up' notice for the earthquake back in 1997 and every severe wind storm we've had this year.
Taliesin had a funny habit of doing Gopher Impersonations. I also called it the "If You're Happy And You Know It Clap Your Paws" dance. He would raise up on his hind legs and then pat his two front paws together. He often did this in front of a mirror and checked himself out in a nice side view the whole time. He did this for 10 years and it always, always made me smile and giggle and laugh...every time for 10 years.
He was a wonderful companion and a great comfort and confidant. He knew all my secrets...all of them. I could tell him the ugliest dirtiest secrets and he'd look at me with his large marble eyes, purr deeply and then but heads with me - letting me know that love really is unconditional.
I miss him the most at night. I haven't been able to sleep the whole night through - I miss his snoring and not-so-soft puring.
Rest in peace Mr. Taliesin - I love you and miss you terribly.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Duck Duck GOOSE!
Sooo...here I am on a Monday night coughing out my lungs. Poor lungs...they need to stay INSIDE. They like it better inside than out that's for sure.
I thought I would share a funny happening from last week. PLUS...stay tuned for the names I've chosen to TAG with the MEME.
I have put myself back up on a dating site to see if I might be able to meet a decent fellow from there and well...y'know - the usual story. I have had quite a few guys email me and I'm weeding out the ones I'm interested in vs the ones that just entertain me for their sheer stoopiditee.
I have had 2 guys email me on the same day and one in particular was pretty good with words (you all know how important that is to me) so we've been in contact for about a week trying to plan a date. Well...The OTHER guy was also emailing me - not so good with words - but seemed fairly interesting.
I was able to make a date with Dude #2 first. TUES at the Vancouver Art Gallery. 7PM.
After a few days of prolific emailing back and forth Dude # 1 agrees to meet me for drinks TUES at a restaurant downtown from 4:45-6:00PM.
Yes...I DOUBLE BOOKED!
Now...before you start throwing rotten tomatoes at me - have a look at the times. YES I made 2 dates in one evening, BUT they were spaced apart and let's be honest here. A first meeting from a dating site is not typically a 4hr + event so I felt totally confident that I could pull off the Double Dipping with little to no consequences.
Dude # 2 from 4:45-6:30PM was ...meh. His personality is like Communism - looks great on paper but doesn't suit me in real life. We had a pleasant enough time and in fact had dinner at this place. He PAID for it all. Weird. I tried to pay for my portion but he wouldn't hear of it! Fine. Thank you very much Mr. Personality (or lack thereof). We walked one block together and then hugged it out without a 'let's do this again' or a 'here's my phone number'. I was totally satisfied with that. Dinner was yummy and the 2 martini's I had went STRAIGHT to my head!
I go back to my office and change into "Casual Art Chick" outfit much like superman. It was awesome. I even was able to rock out a new hair do in less than 5 mins. I applied the "Night Look" for make up and walked up to the Vancouver Art Gallery and arrived 10 mins early for my date with Dude # 1.
I pay my entrance, check my coat and chat with the concierge there warning them of my school group that will be descending on them in T minus 10 days. I then look around the lobby for Dude # 1. No sign of him. I'm not worried...he still has 5 mins to show up.
At 7:05PM I talk to Fiona (thanks baby) and advise her that I will be late for our standing Tues night American Idol msn date. I tell her about my MIA date and she goes on the site to find him....LOGGED ON! Wow. Ok.
Off I go into the Gallery and I check out the exhibits. I meet a very good looking Black Dude named Andre and we chat about some of the photographs we are looking at. The PAINT exhibit didn't do much for me so I zipped through that and then went to the top floor for the Herzog photographs - what I really went there for.
I see a guy that *kinda* looked like Dude #1 but I was sure it wasn't as how could he be logged on to the site only 10 mins before? So I just peruse the pictures myself.
I had a FABULOUS time. I'm a great date!! Plus I didn't have to have any awkward conversations about what the art meant to me etc etc.
I go home and check my POF emails...perhaps he sent me a "oh no, have to cancel" email.
Nope.
And there he was...logged in.
So I send him this: (title) "Stood up? *sniff sniff*
Hi XXXXXX (protected for no other reason than I'm a nice gal)
I waited for you until about 7:10PM and then went inside the Gallery myself. It really was an amazing exhibit and I definitely recommend you check it out. Good luck with your search!
Kwerkie.
***
I got the big UNREAD / DELETE
I couldn't stop laughing!! I wasn't even MEAN! I mean...I could have been all bitchy about being stood up...but the truth is I had a great time walking around there on my own!
Anyhoooo.
Letter this morning from Dude # 2.
Turns out that Dude # 1 and 2 are ....gasp....FRIENDS and they were both pissed that I double booked them. Neither of them are interested in dating a 'double booker'.
I don't think I did anything wrong. Would it have made them feel better if I had scheduled the dates on 2 different days? How was I to know they are friends?
I can't help but just laugh. Tooooo funnnay!
Ok....on to the Tagging.
I tag: Shenanigans, The Biscuit, Earthyartist, Babygirl
I now have to tell these lovelies that they've been tagged. The most HORRIFIC thing I can think of that I have to join phreaking myspace to do this for some of them...and I friggin' hate myspace.
Alrighty.
Now for dinner!
I thought I would share a funny happening from last week. PLUS...stay tuned for the names I've chosen to TAG with the MEME.
I have put myself back up on a dating site to see if I might be able to meet a decent fellow from there and well...y'know - the usual story. I have had quite a few guys email me and I'm weeding out the ones I'm interested in vs the ones that just entertain me for their sheer stoopiditee.
I have had 2 guys email me on the same day and one in particular was pretty good with words (you all know how important that is to me) so we've been in contact for about a week trying to plan a date. Well...The OTHER guy was also emailing me - not so good with words - but seemed fairly interesting.
I was able to make a date with Dude #2 first. TUES at the Vancouver Art Gallery. 7PM.
After a few days of prolific emailing back and forth Dude # 1 agrees to meet me for drinks TUES at a restaurant downtown from 4:45-6:00PM.
Yes...I DOUBLE BOOKED!
Now...before you start throwing rotten tomatoes at me - have a look at the times. YES I made 2 dates in one evening, BUT they were spaced apart and let's be honest here. A first meeting from a dating site is not typically a 4hr + event so I felt totally confident that I could pull off the Double Dipping with little to no consequences.
Dude # 2 from 4:45-6:30PM was ...meh. His personality is like Communism - looks great on paper but doesn't suit me in real life. We had a pleasant enough time and in fact had dinner at this place. He PAID for it all. Weird. I tried to pay for my portion but he wouldn't hear of it! Fine. Thank you very much Mr. Personality (or lack thereof). We walked one block together and then hugged it out without a 'let's do this again' or a 'here's my phone number'. I was totally satisfied with that. Dinner was yummy and the 2 martini's I had went STRAIGHT to my head!
I go back to my office and change into "Casual Art Chick" outfit much like superman. It was awesome. I even was able to rock out a new hair do in less than 5 mins. I applied the "Night Look" for make up and walked up to the Vancouver Art Gallery and arrived 10 mins early for my date with Dude # 1.
I pay my entrance, check my coat and chat with the concierge there warning them of my school group that will be descending on them in T minus 10 days. I then look around the lobby for Dude # 1. No sign of him. I'm not worried...he still has 5 mins to show up.
At 7:05PM I talk to Fiona (thanks baby) and advise her that I will be late for our standing Tues night American Idol msn date. I tell her about my MIA date and she goes on the site to find him....LOGGED ON! Wow. Ok.
Off I go into the Gallery and I check out the exhibits. I meet a very good looking Black Dude named Andre and we chat about some of the photographs we are looking at. The PAINT exhibit didn't do much for me so I zipped through that and then went to the top floor for the Herzog photographs - what I really went there for.
I see a guy that *kinda* looked like Dude #1 but I was sure it wasn't as how could he be logged on to the site only 10 mins before? So I just peruse the pictures myself.
I had a FABULOUS time. I'm a great date!! Plus I didn't have to have any awkward conversations about what the art meant to me etc etc.
I go home and check my POF emails...perhaps he sent me a "oh no, have to cancel" email.
Nope.
And there he was...logged in.
So I send him this: (title) "Stood up? *sniff sniff*
Hi XXXXXX (protected for no other reason than I'm a nice gal)
I waited for you until about 7:10PM and then went inside the Gallery myself. It really was an amazing exhibit and I definitely recommend you check it out. Good luck with your search!
Kwerkie.
***
I got the big UNREAD / DELETE
I couldn't stop laughing!! I wasn't even MEAN! I mean...I could have been all bitchy about being stood up...but the truth is I had a great time walking around there on my own!
Anyhoooo.
Letter this morning from Dude # 2.
Turns out that Dude # 1 and 2 are ....gasp....FRIENDS and they were both pissed that I double booked them. Neither of them are interested in dating a 'double booker'.
I don't think I did anything wrong. Would it have made them feel better if I had scheduled the dates on 2 different days? How was I to know they are friends?
I can't help but just laugh. Tooooo funnnay!
Ok....on to the Tagging.
I tag: Shenanigans, The Biscuit, Earthyartist, Babygirl
I now have to tell these lovelies that they've been tagged. The most HORRIFIC thing I can think of that I have to join phreaking myspace to do this for some of them...and I friggin' hate myspace.
Alrighty.
Now for dinner!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Janey Mac!
Sooo it's been a while since I've posted and there are millions of things that didn't happen and some other things that did. Namely I went out on 3 dates.
*quickly ducks*
Oh look...it's not like I am in a nunnery!
The dates were good practice. The fella turned out not to be 'that into me', but meh - it was good practice as I said. One thing I did notice was that although I did like him and was slightly disappointed in his disinterest, I didn't take it to heart.
In fact, he kept trying to stroke my ego so that he would let me down easy. At one point I had to just put an end to that and advise him that I know who I am - I'm fabulous. It never occurred to me that I would have the moxie to admit the size of my ego to someone who was trying to crush it. teehee.
So LadyK has sent me a Meme and hear through her that The Goat has expressed displeasure that I have not yet completed the task. Sooo.
Here it is!
RULES: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Weird intel #1 - I had no idea what a Meme is and though I have looked it up on Wikipedia
I still don't really know what it ACTUALLY is.
Weird intel #2 - I have a bizarre fear of sharks. I can be swimming in a phreaking chlorinated POOL complete with it being INSIDE and with LIFEGUARDS and suddenly I will think "JAWS" and I scramble to get out of the indoor pool of the phreaking Sandman Inn. It can be unbelievably embarrassing - seriously...I move faster out of pools than I do anything else! Fuck you Steven Spielberg, fuck you.
Weird intel #3 -I dream a lot, and I often dream that I'm a man. I have even had sex dreams where I am a man having sex with a woman and that I can actually feel what it must feel like for a man when he first enters a woman - hot, wet, muscles pulling me in. I always wake up before the 'man me' comes. What a rip off.
Weird intel #4 -I have been shit on by various birds (mostly pigeons) FOURTEEN (14) times in my life. I also happen to be fairly lucky. I believe the 2 things are related.
Weird intel #5 - I own more underwear (panties) than is normal. I have 12 matching bra and panty sets approximately 30 briefs, 15 thongs and 3 pairs of boxer shorts (which I only wear when I clean). I also own about 30 different pairs of shoes including, but not limited to, 1 pair of stilettos and 1 pair of thigh high CFM boots.
Weird intel # 6 - I can't eat Oreos anymore. When I was 18yrs old I had mono and the gunk that was in my throat tasted like the insides of an oreo - sickly sweet. I will vomit if you try to make me eat them.
Right! Now I have to choose 6 people to reveal their innermost weirdness!
I have to think about it...I don't know that many people with blogs!
teehee
*quickly ducks*
Oh look...it's not like I am in a nunnery!
The dates were good practice. The fella turned out not to be 'that into me', but meh - it was good practice as I said. One thing I did notice was that although I did like him and was slightly disappointed in his disinterest, I didn't take it to heart.
In fact, he kept trying to stroke my ego so that he would let me down easy. At one point I had to just put an end to that and advise him that I know who I am - I'm fabulous. It never occurred to me that I would have the moxie to admit the size of my ego to someone who was trying to crush it. teehee.
So LadyK has sent me a Meme and hear through her that The Goat has expressed displeasure that I have not yet completed the task. Sooo.
Here it is!
RULES: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Weird intel #1 - I had no idea what a Meme is and though I have looked it up on Wikipedia
I still don't really know what it ACTUALLY is.
Weird intel #2 - I have a bizarre fear of sharks. I can be swimming in a phreaking chlorinated POOL complete with it being INSIDE and with LIFEGUARDS and suddenly I will think "JAWS" and I scramble to get out of the indoor pool of the phreaking Sandman Inn. It can be unbelievably embarrassing - seriously...I move faster out of pools than I do anything else! Fuck you Steven Spielberg, fuck you.
Weird intel #3 -I dream a lot, and I often dream that I'm a man. I have even had sex dreams where I am a man having sex with a woman and that I can actually feel what it must feel like for a man when he first enters a woman - hot, wet, muscles pulling me in. I always wake up before the 'man me' comes. What a rip off.
Weird intel #4 -I have been shit on by various birds (mostly pigeons) FOURTEEN (14) times in my life. I also happen to be fairly lucky. I believe the 2 things are related.
Weird intel #5 - I own more underwear (panties) than is normal. I have 12 matching bra and panty sets approximately 30 briefs, 15 thongs and 3 pairs of boxer shorts (which I only wear when I clean). I also own about 30 different pairs of shoes including, but not limited to, 1 pair of stilettos and 1 pair of thigh high CFM boots.
Weird intel # 6 - I can't eat Oreos anymore. When I was 18yrs old I had mono and the gunk that was in my throat tasted like the insides of an oreo - sickly sweet. I will vomit if you try to make me eat them.
Right! Now I have to choose 6 people to reveal their innermost weirdness!
I have to think about it...I don't know that many people with blogs!
teehee
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