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A Battle Lost

Logan Loses the Fight

Today, after careful consideration, we elected to put our beloved neurotic cat to sleep.

The past few weeks have been filled with angst, frustration and, honestly, bilious piles of orally ejected cat food (to put it politely).

A few weeks ago, Logan couldn’t really keep anything down. Never really being a worry-free cat (having had a heart murmur as a kitten and several bladder infections and crystal buildups to his credit), we immediately suspected that this was something more than hairballs.

The poor little guy was just having a rough go of eating. After having thrown up everything he ate one morning, he just continued to do so at random intervals. All day. This doesn’t bode well when your stomach contains nothing. The mere sound of food landing in their bowls would send him into convulsions and his water intake was down.

After analysis at the vet, they couldn’t find anything wrong with him (they took x-rays), but informed us that not all materials show up in x-rays and that given the configuration of his digestive system, the probable location of a blockage was the stomach exit. If the condition continued he would require detailed analysis and surgery.

They prescribed anti-vomit medication and gave him an injection of subcutaneous fluid to keep him hydrated for a few days. He wasn’t getting better. He would vomit the anti-vomit medication and would not eat. For a few days after, he seemed to get better, but relapsed back to the miserable state he was in before we took him to the vet.

We couldn’t afford the surgery. We couldn’t even afford the detailed analysis, really. And even if we could, the fact that while we did love him, Logan was a goofball that ate everything from carpet to foam, it was a question of whether or not trying to save him would actually stop him from being in the same predicament again.

So the family said their goodbyes (Little J said bye bye Gogan and gave him a kiss on the forehead) and I took him in to be euthanized.

It’s amazing how such a small creature can break your heart.

I miss him already, even if he could be a pain in the ass.



Goodbye, Logan
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I’ll write more soon about our little furry friend tomorrow (good stuff, I promise). I need to get some sleep because I am tired.


Back To the Future

Car FAIL

We bought a car back in 2001 due to this minor inconvenience. Needless to say, consumer reports will tell you that the car we picked was a piece of crap.

I don’t like pointing fingers, though, so we will call the vehicle in question…

V. Jetta

Wait. That’s too obvious. Let’s just call it…

Volkswagon J.

Anyhoo…

We’ve had quite a number of problems with this car over the years, and so Dave has heard a lot of complaining from me on the subject.

So now Mrs. J and I are thinking about buying a new vehicle, mostly due to space issues. Our current car is just too small.

In a conversation with Dave the other day, I mentioned that we will finally be rid of our old car, which has served us fairly well, but also helped itself to our bank account. I told him that we’d finally be buyng a new one

Dave: So that’s it eh?
Jorge: Yes. I’m looking forward to getting a new car, man.
Dave: So, if you could only go back in time once, would you warn yourself not to buy that Jetta or would you kill Hitler?
Jorge: Well, I’d go back and warn myself for sure.
Dave: Really?
Jorge: Actually, now that I think about it, if I kill Hitler, Volkswagon might have become a different company and never made that car in the first place.
Dave: Good point.



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Fun-nay

Snippet

Every once in a while I have a conversation with someone that is so funny to me that I revisit it several times to brighten my day…


[Chris walks up to Jorge.]
Chris: Hey. Have you had your flu shot?
Jorge: Nope.
Chris: I’m going to go over and get mine now. Wanna come along?
Jorge: Nope.
Chris: Oh. Okay.
Jorge: Yeah. I’ve never actually had a flu shot.
Chris: Fair enough.
Jorge: I hope you don’t think less of me.
Chris: I don’t think that’s actually possible.


🙂