My dear, sweet Isis, grey and white tabby who shared our home for 18 years, died in July of 2008 of kidney disease. We were lucky that she just faded away; in fact, she made her Bridge trip cuddled next to me in bed. I still miss her very much, although a black whirlwind of a cat named Athena has come to be the feline presence in our lives. Isis has a beautiful spot in our garden.
Well, my nearest and dearest found out a couple of years ago that his aortic valve only has two leaflets instead of the normal three, so it's theoretically possible he might need valve replacement surgery someday. Luckily for him, he keeps himself in tip-top physical shape, so his heart is compensating nicely for the problem at this point. Hope that continues!
Me? A few lumps and bumps here and there; had two of them removed earlier this year. Both benign, thank goodness. Oddly enough, the one for which I had actual surgery healed quicker and better than the office biopsy site, but both are fine now. A few aches and pains, but nothing major, thank goodness.
Daughter doing well in Chicago. Living with her boyfriend; making music; doing good things in her life.
In my ongoing fascination/obsession with death, am listening to an audiobook of "Stiff," which is about human cadavers. Am I morbid? Or just trying to find a way to deal with, what for me, is the unknowable and unthinkable? Perhaps both things are true.
