My Girl Monkey, (p.s. not really a monkey..........ok, kinda) Options

[Monkey's daddy]

Life sure doesn't feel the same anymore, it feels very empty now. It's just completely different since Monkey's gone.

When I first moved into the new house in Aug'07 I was so proud of it. It was new and perfect and I would get bent if I found a little smudge on the new walls. Now you should see the place. I vacuumed for the first time last week since Monkey passed in March. I've broken 2 or 3 doors, there are at least 2 holes in the drywall. I kicked my car door open and bent the hinges on it. I sometimes get mad over what happened as you can tell. Well, they are just meaningless possessions. I was proud of them but they never mattered as much as a precious life, not even close. I really bought the house for the cats, I was thinking of them when I saw the layout and yard and such. Now I don't care. I probably could level the place but I realize I must maintain somewhat.

I never would have thought that the vets could be so stupid. It was always "its possible that it's this" and "its possible that it's that" and "it could be this or this".
Why don't you just say you don't know moron!! It's like going into a store to find something and you ask a salesperson where it is, and they don't know, and they start wandering around looking for it, and you're following them, and you're like "I can wander around lost on my own but you want me to follow you and you're lost". Or more like, you find out more on your own than the stupid vet even knows, and he's the "professional" or "doctor".

All right, I'm getting upset and starting to rant and rave. I just can't believe EVERYTHING could go wrong. I mean, even Murphy's Law says that if "something" can go wrong it will, not "everything".

Some examples are:

Mis-diagnosis
Missed diagnosis
I care until the treatments are done and I have all your money
Under medicating
Improper treatment
under treatment

AHHHHHHHH. I could scream.
I need something to break before I start crying. (A certain vets neck would be nice)

[Monkey's daddy]

I try to remember the good things, but the nightmare of her last months are all too fresh in my memory. I often think of little things she used to do and it makes me smile a little or even chuckle to myself.
Monkey was born in October of '90. I got her mom about 6 months earlier, and she used to escape out through the window screens of my apartment before I had her fixed and apparently had gotten pregnant. I didn't even know until a buddy said"man that cat's pregnant". She just had 3 babies, Monkey, Buddy and Ashley.
Mommy, Buddy and Ashley are still with me. But Monkey was my favorite. Of course she has to be the one to go first.
I remember I named her after watching her jump from the floor to the top of the kitchen cabinets. That was like a 7 foot vertical leap. I was amazed. So thats what got me calling her Monkey, I don't know if there's any relation to a 7 foot vertical leap and a Monkey, but thats my story and I'm sticking to it.
I already posted a couple funny stories under the pinned topic of "Post your Happy Memories Here"
http://lightning-strike.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=4220
Plus a couple on her website.
I remember she always wanted to come in the bathroon when I was in there. She would be on the other side of the door and stick a paw under it and wait for me to play with her, and its like, I'm trying to take care of business here. But she was always where I was, night and day.
I always remember she would wait for me outside the door if I was in a closed room, and I would always get a big meow when I opened it, she had such a cute little meow, it was very feminine sounding I guess, very soft and high pitched. But I hope when its my turn to leave this world, and I open that door, Monkey is there with one of her comforting little meows. Otherwise, what would the point of all this be?