Nothing on the docket right now. *sad face*
If you'd like us to come to your convention or gathering, contact Liz for more info.
in rant by lizzegirle
Posted at 11:26 AM on Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thank you guys for your comments. I'm pretty broken up about the whole thing.
It's hard to describe the relationship that Diablo and I had, but I always try to explain it this way... I believe that people have a few soul mates (where their souls just connect and bond) and I believed Diablo was one of mine. In 1999, I went to my friend's house to see the kittens her cat had a few days earlier. The kittens weren't more than a day or two old and we're soooo tiny. She put all of the kittens on her bed. There were three tabby/calico ones and one black cat. The little black one wandered directly over to me with his eyes still closed and rubbed up against me. That was it... I was hooked. I ran home to start convincing my parents to let me take in this kitten.
After a long battle with my folks, I had convinced them. Once this little kitten was old enough, I brought the little bugger home. He wasn't much bigger than my fist, but was all fur and might. When I tried to pick out a name for him, my mother held him up in front of her and asked him what he wanted to be named. He scowled at her and growled a little. We decided that "Diablo" was perfect for him.
As he got older, I taught him how to play fetch with a paper football. (I would throw it across the room and he would run after it, pick it up in his mouth, and run it back to me.) He loved this game so much that he would get super excited and happy whenever I would even pull out a piece of paper. This kitten would crawl under the covers with me and sleep in the crook of my arm. He would come running to the door whenever I came home, and he would follow me from room to room. He was an amazing cat.
He had a temper on him, of course. I named him Diablo, afterall. He didn't like new men in the house (ESPECIALLY Ben) and he would sometimes swat at them. He also never trusted veterinarians. That came from when he was a kitten and he had eaten a plastic grape that got lodged in his intestine. He got really sick during this time (he was only 4 months old) and we were afraid he was going to go then.
As he got older, he slowed down, but still had a personality of a human. He would even talk to me. I would ask him a question and he would answer me with a "yeah" or a "no". He also had a whole slew of nicknames from us... because we loved coming up with them for him. Don't ask me how we came up with them, because I can't remember, but there were probably close to 30 different nicknames.
This cat moved with us from Tahoe, to Rancho Cordova, to Sacramento, to San Francisco, to Lockhart, and then back to Sacramento. He's been through it all and has seen a lot. I just wish we had more time with him.
The days leading up to his last few days were good ones. He was actually getting better, we thought. He was running and playing with us. He was a fantastic snuggler. We thought we had beat whatever it was... until this weekend. He started to sleep more often, and then he got really bad. He stopped eating and drinking, so we started to force liquids. He wouldn't move. You would put him in a position and he would stay in it for HOURS. He would wander around and stare off into nothing. He even had a seizure Monday morning...
I knew Sunday morning that we were probably going to lose him. I went into the room we had been keeping him separate in, and looked in his eyes. He looked back at me with pain but also a sort of peace. It was then that I knew that he was trying to say goodbye.
He was the perfect cat. He was more that that, his soul and mine had connected in a very special way. I love him. I miss him.
A Sad Day
Posted at 10:51 PM on Monday, July 19, 2010
This morning, at about 11:30 a.m., we had to put our oldest cat Diablo to sleep. Liz had him since he was old enough to be had (picked him out from a litter after they were only a few days old) and had him for about 3 years before we even met. The relationship those two had was more than a simple human/pet relationship... he was almost human sometimes. Those who have met him would attest to it. Even though he was always her cat, he was OUR boy, and I am going to miss him terribly. He was a family member, and our house feels empty right now.
He's been fighting a slow but losing battle with nasal cancer, and over just the past few days, it got so bad he could barely move. We've done every possible treatment, uncovered every possible stone, even tried some holistic remedies to try and get him better, but nothing worked. This was one of the hardest days of my life, and I hope to go a long, long time before ever having to go through it again.
I'll return tomorrow with a new Real Life, but for tonight, I'm going to go be with my wife while we deal with this. He was the best cat anyone could have asked for, and we didn't get near enough time with him. If you've got cats of your own, please - give them a hug for Diablo. It would mean a lot to both of us.
Posted at 01:10 AM on Monday, July 19, 2010
Okay, I've hit one of those moments where I'm just fed up entirely and want to twist off. I had the comic FIVE MINUTES FROM BEING DONE, and goddamn Illustrator crashes on me. It's written. It's all ready to go. It's sitting there on the screen, staring me in the face. And it's lost.
I need to get to bed. We've gotta take the cat back in to the vet tomorrow, and if I can manage it, I'ma get this damn comic done and posted. But right now, I can't even see straight. ARGH.
Sorry to emo-dump on you all. I just need to put SOMETHING out there into the cloud or I'll just keep it all pent up inside all night. Blerg.