Last week I posted that my cat, Little Guy had died, and to tell you the truth I was a little taken aback by how few condolences I received on that post. I know I have reached out to many of you who have had pets that passed. Only my friends Stephanie and Mim left a comment to heal me. I am thankful for them. Surprised by others of you.
What I didn't write was the terrible way in which Little Guy died, and that was that he was killed by my other cat, Morrison, who is still quite feral, despite having been here for 4 years, when I took him in as a stray. I came home to Little Guy dead, and I will spare you the gruesome details, but suffice to say that I am still grieving.
At first I wanted to kill Morrison myself, but then I decided to put him down. Now I am wavering on that idea, and am thinking of keeping him after all. He doesn't know the bad thing he did, and was acting out of instinct. I have to find it in my heart to forgive him.
During all this my mother was admitted to the hospital with a bad decubitus ulcer (bed sore) between her thigh and buttock, and another on her foot. Despite the fact that a nurse was there every other day to change the dressing on the ulcer, it got to a point where the bone was exposed and she was finally taken to the hospital... how it went so long with no one noticing is beyond me. Anyway, she had surgery, and is doing well but will have to go to a nursing home for about 3 months for rehab and wound care. She is thinking that she will not be going home but will become a resident of the nursing home. My sister is thinking that will happen, too, but I am holding out hope that she will be able to go home with the help of her aides and all. I'm just afraid she'll deteriorate in a nursing home. I guess time will tell.
It has been a hard week, and I sure hope that some lighter times are on the horizon.