Mike's musings

Meg

I've just got back from the vet, where I took Meg. On their advice - which we'd anticipated - they put her down as she lay cuddled and peaceful in my arms, where she died. We'd had her since she was a kitten, in the year we got married - 1995 - and she was a lovely - if sometimes standoffish - cat. We're very glad that she came home, but she wasn't getting better, and we decided that any further intervention wouldn't have been fair. You have a responsibility to your animals throughout their life, and we believe that we've fulfilled that. I've now had two pets die in my arms, and feel very privileged to have had that chance: I wouldn't have it another way.

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And really home, and Buster, and Meg

(backposting) We headed home in the morning, and had a pretty good drive home - Miri slept all the way. Meg's home, but not well at all, and although she's not eating, she's tolerating being given food via a syringe. We'll be taking her back to the vet's on Monday to see what's next.

Buster, on the other hand, is very well, and pleased to see us all. We suspected that he might play up a bit, but he really hasn't.

There was a message on the voicemail saying that I'm expected at a deanery evensong tomorrow night, to talk to people at vocation. This is terrible, terrible timing, as it's over Jo's bedtime, and as Jo's just not sleeping for long periods, that means that Moo will have to juggle them both. There was little getting out of it, and as Moo's likely to need to have to do this at some point next week anyway, she very kindly told me to do it.

Spent some time on SecondLife tonight with Lee, who seems to be big into it, and to have plans for making money.

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Meg

Had nigh on 12 hours of sleep last night, which is fantastic. Got up to a text from Moo asking me not to ring her until past 1700 her time, as she would be asleep, so went and had a very leisurely breakfast with my European colleagues. They tried to convince me to go with them to the Grand Canyon Skywalk, but driving 2 hours each way for a chance to scare myself for a minute or so didn't seem like a good idea. I'm even happier with the decision now that I've seen what it looks like!

The main news, however, is Meg. When I phoned Moo, she told me that things really aren't looking good for her. She still won't eat, and unless they can turn things around over the next 24 hours, we're probably going to have to make a decision tomorrow. That may mean Moo having to make a call, depending on the timing, as I'm 8 hours behind UK time at the moment. Happily, Meg seems happy in herself - very purry and affectionate - but it will be very hard to have her put down, particularly as neither of us will be able to be there for her at the time.

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