I'm at the Rainbow Bridge

Well, today was a very sad day for my mom and dad. They had to send me to the Rainbow Bridge. My mom was so sad...and so was my dad...but my mommy being so sad really made my daddy sad.

I hope they know that they did the right thing for me. I have been sick for a long time, and I was hurting. I know it's going to be hard for them...and for Nefertiti and Dudley, too.

I am going to miss them, but I think it is going to be okay at the Rainbow Bridge. The vet let mom and dad stay with me during the whole thing, and that made me feel alot better. I didn't purr or anything, but I was scare about being at the vet. Then they gave me a shot, and I probably couldn't purr anymore.

I will be sad being away from them, but I thinkg the Bridge is okay.

Love,
Bootsy Girl
August, 1994-June 17, 2008

Here I am

...in less pieces than I was last time I got to write.

I had my surgery in late October, to fix my one ear that I had left. Now it's all floppy and gets full of gunk and stuff. I have to have it cleaned every day...what a pain in the ear! Q-tips are no longer my friend. I used to chase them around, but now Mommy uses them with some bad smelling goo from the vet to clean out my ear.

Mommy also brought home a freakin' rat. Well, it's a hamster, but to me it's just a rat. I can't kill it, Nefertiti wants to play with it and they won't let her, but they torture both of us by putting the rodent in a stupid plastic ball and let it run. As if someday Nefi won't figure that one out. That's one smart cat--but don't let her know I said that. I'll never live it down. As for the rodent, I don't even acknowledge the smelly thing. Never in my life did I think I'd share space with a rodent. Disgraceful.

I think they're talking about giving me away. Mommy keeps saying I have a disorder--separation anxiety or something like that. I think she's just jealous because I love daddy so much more than her. I get really sad and upset when he's getting ready to leave, and then when he does actually leave, I feel all panicky and tight in my chest, and I chew on myself till I end up swallowing big clumps of fur. Then I get hairballs, which are gross. I try to leave them as close to mommy's pillow, or her shoes, as I can get. Hehe...

Anyway, I heard her and the V-E-T talking about me the other day. Everyone says I should be in a home with someone who never leaves. Maybe that would be the best. I don't like being by myself. I mean, Nefertiti is there, but it's not the same. I can't curl up on her lap and chill out. She just wants to play.

I don't know what's going to happen.

Well, my ear is alllll better!

For the most part, anyway! I had my surgery on October 3, mommy dropped me off in the morning and came to rescue me later that day. I was really hoping she'd bring Daddy with her, because he is my favorite. But, he was waiting for me at home.

I don't remember much about the surgery, as I was knocked out for it. I know when Mommy came to get me, I didn't have to ride in the carrier, she let me sit in the seat. That may be because my conehead collar wouldn't fit in the carrier. I was pretty groggy, so I just laid there.

When I got home, Fritter came to see me right away. She hissed and swatted at me, which scared me because she's my best friend and I didn't know what her problem was. Mommy told me later that I smelled funny to her. I had blood on me, and I smelled like the vet and surgery and other cats. Plus I think she was scared of the conehead. Plus they shaved the side of my head, so I think I looked pretty funny, too.

After a week, I had to go back and have my ear checked. Dr. Chipperfield cleaned my ears (both of them) and put some peroxide on my sore ear. I had to take NASTY medicine 2 times a day so I wouldn't get an infection. Dr. C said that it was healing very well, and I went back home.

Another week and I got my stitches out! The doctor that day was different than Dr. C, but he was really nice. He took the cone off my head (yeah!) and took out the stitches. Boy did that feel good!! Of course, after I got home, Mommy gave me a bath. I fought it, on principle, but deep down it felt really good and I liked it. Please don't tell my mommy. I felt alot better after the bath, and Nefi came to play with me again. She even curled up in bed with me, which was nice as I had been sleeping solo since my surgery.

Now, I'm all better. My ear is floppy forever, but that's okay. I have to get it cleaned out more often since it's covered up now, and I've got 12 scars on it from the stitches. Mommy says when my hair grows back you won't hardly be able to see the scars, but I'm not so sure.

Well, that's all for now!

**sigh**

So my mom drug me BACK to the vet this morning. My ear was all full of fluids again, and they stuck the needle in and drained it again, and I heard the vet ask my mommy if she wanted them to "surgically repair" the problem.

Now, I'm just your average lapcat, but I'm smart enough to know that "surgical" means they are going to cut on me. Mommy says they are going to "make my ears match". Well, I don't get that. I mean, I only have one ear anyway, so how will they match?

Are they going to cut off my other ear?? I'm going to sleep up in the loveseat tonight so they can't get me in the morning. They're going to do it tomorrow morning, if they can't get me out of the couch, I don't have to go, right?

What a day...

Geeze o loo!! Mom took me to the vet today. We had to go to the Humane Society instead of to the regular vet. Dr. Kay couldn't get me in this week and my ear was a MESS!

Fortunately, my cancer didn't come back. Just a plain old hematoma, but it sure was uncomfortable. It started hurting real bad last night. The doctor today had to have her helper put me in a choke hold, because I really didn't want them to mess with my ear. But I gotta admit, it does feel alot better now.

Mommy and the vet think I have a food allergy. Big surprise, I'm allergic to everything else on the planet, why not food, too? So now I'm going to have to go back on that nasty tasting food, but at least I won't be itchy. Probably I gave myself the hematoma from scratching at my ears. They were dirty, and my mommy feels REALLY BAD about that. She's been slacking on keeping them clean, but I don't blame her.

And I pooped in the car on the way home, for good measure. I also fought so badly getting back in my carrier at the vet's office that I broke the door off, so mommy had to throw that one away. I shouldn't have done that, looking back, because now I have to share a carrier with Nefertiti for awhile, and she's got a little one, because she's a little girl.

But at least I got to poop in the car and my mommy HAD to suffer with the smell. It was too cold for her to roll down the windows! Hahaha! She who poops in the car, laughs the hardest.

Hehe

Oh, this is the life. I'm out here on the patio, it's nice and cool outside, and I'm pretending to sleep in my chair. The best part? Nefertiti can't come out here and bother me! This is the life...and that little brat is sitting there crying at me, like I'm going to get up and let her out here. Please. This is my time.

Plus, last time she was out here, she jumped. Like a moron, she jumped. So it's no surprise she's not allowed to come out here!

Ah, yes, this is one that the Fat Girl wins!