I have had it with politics. I've had it with the virulent right wing of this country. I've had it with the pernicious GOP pushing any hateful story for political gain. I hate it all.
However, what I hate even more than all of those things, is what I had to do today.
Today I lost my best friend of 15 years to diabetes and complications unknown.
His name was Dewhickey. Or, Dewey, Bubbela-Doo, Dancing Dewey...... in short, anything that fit him at the moment. He was an important part of my life and I will miss him dearly.
He spent the better part of the last weekend in an emergency vet clinic, trying to sort out his varying problems. When he refused to eat or drink, I had to do the right thing and pull him out, bring him home, and have our personal vet come over and send him on his way.
This has been one of the hardest days of my life. It most certainly has been the shittiest summer I've ever experienced. With the certain death of my father yet to come, losing my job because a christian fundamentalist state senator saw fit to push thru draconian laws in the state of Missouri, and now the sudden decline and death of my best friend, Dewhickey, well.... I've had better days...........
Dewhickey was born sometime in October of 1995. I found him in a dumpster behind the club I work at. He was barely a kitten and had crawled in to get a bite to eat and couldn't extract himself. I took him in a heartbeat.
Black and white with the sweetest disposition and the worst gas that had ever emitted from a kitten, he rode all of the 21 miles of my commute home..... on my head. Farting. Wow.
We got him straightened out and he was my best friend from that point forward.
No matter where I was, Dewey was attached to me like cat fur on a black shirt. He slept on my chest, whiskers gently tickling me, on my lap while at the computer desk, dancing in front of me in the bathroom, following me like my shadow, he even mirrored me as we laid on the couch for our afternoon naps.
I love him with all my heart and it was with devastating sadness that we brought him home yesterday to spend one more evening with him before our vet came to the house to end his suffering.
This morning, we all assembled in a circle with the other pets in the room as I gently stroked his head and spoke words in comforting tones as the vet administered the anethstesia. When his tail stopped flipping, I knew he was, for all intents and purposes........ gone.
So, in memory of The Late, Great, Dewhickey, please join me in viewing my video tribute to my best buddy and my forever-to-be-missed kitty:
Commiserate with me, please.
Cry with me.
Say goodbye to a being that deserves to be missed. Thank you.
Update:
Thank for putting this on the Rec-List. This would make my Dewey Purrrrroud.
He deserved it. Thank you, everyone.
A comment from labradog:
Congratulations on a life well shared!
I wanted to help you out, while you are so bummed, so I checked your messages for you. There was one.
It was kind of weird. It was from a cat.
Who said "Tell him I'm on the way, but I don't know when I'll arrive."
Didn't leave a name - said you haven't whispered it yet.
Said, "Tell him Dewey sent me. He'll know what I mean."
And I bet you will.
Thank you all. This is the greatest tribute to the greatest cat from the greatest community. I love you all.
j.