Bad Days

I've had a couple of bad days. Last night my cat of 14 years was euthanized. That sucked. Really sucked. I've lost pets before but this was a tough one for me. I've never stayed in the room - although my vet just lets you stay for the sedation part and once the pet is asleep (literally), you leave the room and he finishes the procedure. It's hitting me harder this evening I think.

Then tonight on my commute home I was having a conversation with my niece (she's an adult - 38 years old), when she starts having a reaction to some injections she had in her neck for a disc issue. She tells me she needs to turn around and go back to the hospital. She's driving in Boston and I'm 75 miles away in western Mass. I call her back a few minutes later and she's gasping for air, saying the something about an ambulance, and having a hell of time trying to getting the words out. I pull the car over, scared out of my mind, and tell her stay on the phone with me. Then in an instant she's gone. I call her mother (my sister) - no answer. I call my other niece - no answer. By now my hands are shaking as I call my sister again who finally answers and calls my niece's husband. My niece had somehow already called him and he was on his way to the hospital to meet up with her. As it turns out, the muscles in her neck had swelled from all of the injections. I don't have the whole story yet, but am so relieved and thankful that she is going to be ok. That really scared the shit out of me.

I'm heading off to bed with the dogs and hiding under the covers. Right after I get done keeping my other cat company, who right now is missing her brother something fierce.