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I took a day off work today.  I needed to lay a kitten to rest.  It all started 3 days ago when this gorgeous little girl found her way to our house.  She was friendly, although underweight and non-active.  Once we realised she had no home, it was decided that she would stay here.  Paul named her Patches and settling in didn't take her long at all.  We honestly thought she just needed some TLC and good feeds.  Apparently not.  This morning was a discovery we didn't like.  Patches couldn't support herself at all.  She couldn't stand, let alone walk.  We put her on the bed and she promptly collapsed onto her side.  Off to the vet for her!

We went to the vet closest to our house (the only one in our town) and left feeling angry and unhappy.  They would only look at Patches if we paid in full and if she needed to be put to sleep we would have to pay for that also.  Otherwise we could surrender her to them but they would put her to sleep without trying to help her.  Payday was not today.  And we were not giving up on our Patches!  30 minutes away is another vet where we have taken other much loved pets and not needed to pay in full so off we went.  They were waiting for us and the vet who looked her over was amazing.  He did a test and came back with the dreaded news.  She was in bad renal failure, dying slowly and the kindest thing would be to put her to sleep.  Paul got angry and left the room as he couldn't deal with watching an innocent animal being "killed" so I stayed with her.  It was quick and painless.  It was also heartbreaking and guilt-wrenching.  The vet didn't charge us for putting her to sleep and he even put her into a little boxed casket for us.  His words were "At least you tried".  It doesn't feel good enough.  I failed her.

Paul, Patches and another cat named Floyd

 

 

Master Wyatt with Patches, Floyd and Tempest

 

 

Why must I get so damn attached so quickly?  Alot of people would turn their backs on an animal in need, but I just wouldn't be able to live with myself if I were to do so.  It was bad enough putting Patches to sleep, it went against everything I believe in.  But, I am grateful that she went quickly and without suffering throughout the failure of her organs.

 

Paul is still home from work with his bloody finger.  It has been 3 weeks now and he is getting twitchy.  He is not one to be able to stay still for long.  And he has finally realised just how much of a handful Master Wyatt can be.

 

A few days ago, he was put on antibiotics due to blood poisoning in his finger from the wound and luckily that has cleared up but alas there is still healing to be done so another week at home for him at the least.  I don't know how he will survive.  Hell, I haven't a clue how I am going to survive!  It means another body in the household day and night to make messes and to get in my damn way.  Actually, to be honest, he is pretty good........ for a male.  He still helps with the housework and has things done for when I arrive home from work which is pretty fucking awesome.  Don't get me wrong, the bastard still has his faults!

 

Paul's healing finger

 

 

How the hell does one finger manage to cause so much bloody inconvenience?!