Book of Caty: Thank You to Tall City Vet for the Homage

Thanks to Dr. Erinne DeBoe and her wonderful staff at Tall City Vet. Caty was their patient for her entire life. Before Dr. DeBoe bought the TCV practice, Caty was under the care of former vet/owner, Dr. Boyd. I am so happy and forever grateful how Dr. DeBoe and her staff acknowledged Caty's beautiful life and sunrise; especially how they graciously paid tribute to my Caty's sunset call. I created a digital flipbook for our CATY's CARD on ISSUU. I even gave Dr. DeBoe and her staff a good review on Birdeye and will do the same on Facebook, Yelp, etc. ...

Book of D: Life Is Good - Until It Isn't

Why is it that humans live life so differently. What makes some overachievers in life while others are okay with mediocrity. I don't judge. To each his or her own. As an optimist but a realist, I accept that life is good for the most part, but it will always throw one of its proverbial wrenches. Sometimes we'll see it coming, other times we won't! 

Sometimes we'll duck, other times, we'll end up with a big ole pile of sh¡t on our face. All I know is that as a species, humans are impatient and take life for granted. We embrace the sh¡t out of life until it starts spewing crap-n-stance (crap + negative circumstances). Lol. Life is our 'bf' when it's treating us well, but the moment it starts acting bitchy and demanding, we're like, "whoa there, füȼker!" We take life and things for granted until someone or something we need and love is suddenly taken away. Or we create the turmoil and accept no accountability. It's like the scene in the movie, Cold Mountain, when Rene Zellweger's character says, "They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!'" That quote itself is apropos of human nature. People gripe without first asking themselves if they could've done things differently. 

Book of Caty: The End of an Epoch

Were you scared, baby kitty? Your eyes looked so panicked. I could feel your little body shaking. I wanted to grab you from the vet table and run away with you; to protect you from the imminent death that awaited you. Those syringes full of liquid finality and destruction must have been so frightening for you. I am so sorry I couldn't protect you from the impatient death that arrived to tear you from us!

I wish that I had been more in tune with your subtle hints those weeks ago when you were surely trying to tell me and your "mama" that there was something wrong with you. I should've done my research instead of being so darn nonchalant and justifying your change in demeanor: "she's just getting older and needy." Foolish me. The sight of your tired, frail body laying there on that vet table will forever burn in my memory - as will seeing your "mama" cry like she did when you went to sleep and closed your eyes forever. Seeing your mama so wrecked really hurt, but it's not your fault. She mourned you, Caty, like she's never mourned anyone before. I love you and miss you, my Caty (Brady), unlike anything I could have imagined. Whenever someone passes away and leaves such pain and heartache behind, it's because they loved so selfishly and greatly and were loyal to a fault. Those were your qualities, my beautiful Caty. Those are the very qualities that make life wonderful, so when the world becomes delpeted of said qualities through a death, life becomes somewhat scary, bleak, and cold. Run around in heaven's grassy knolls, my sweet, beautiful Caty. Make sure you have your collar on with the cute bell, so your grandma Eva can find you and play with you. Love you, your "mon mere"!