Monsieur Marco Polo...
I went to the Renaissance Festival today.Came home to the news that Marco became paralyzed while I was gone due to him having pneumonia. He was getting better from the pneumonia and...got a blood clot...that broke off...and paralyzed the lower half of his body.
So my cat's body is in the freezer and I got the choice of cremating him or burying him. I chose burial with our cat, Missouri, who got hit by a car when I was in second grade. I remember going to SPARK that day and crying all day because he was dying.
Yeah...I remember when Marco was born. I named him...stupid me. Marco Polo. He had a sister that I also named...Girly-Girl. As you can see, I am very creative with names. Mom named Marco's mom...that was Cashmere. She was an idiotic cat who peed everywhere she could...mom gave her to someone. We got Marco. He was born early November, 1994. So...just turned 10.
When you work in a Veterinary Clinic, you see animals put to sleep every week. You know in your heart that it is for the better...the animal is suffering. The only times I am really affected by euthanisia of an animal is when I have to put the animal's body into the freezer. It is a body that was alive and breathing less than a minute ago and you just tossed it into the freezer like it was nothing. I see all kinds of owners come into the clinic when they know it is time for their animals to be put down. All are crying and clutching their animals as if they could somehow make the animals better by giving some of their own life. What an absolutely miserable time.
Mom said that Terry even cried when he was putting Marco to sleep. Marco was born at Terry's clinic, after all.
Most doctors do not nurse their patients from birth to death, but Veterinarians do often.
I'm sorry these ramblings are not leading into one another. My thoughts seem very incoherent. I'm only writing my stream of thought without any idea as to organization...but I know you don't mind.
I can only tell myself that at least my cat is better.
Bye.
-Meredith
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