sothereiwas

somebody got sothereiwas dot com.  didn't check other extensions.  i think it'd be fun to have a blog where every post begins with "So, there I was." and what would follow is just freewriting until somehow a beginning, middle, and end evolve.  i guess i can do that here, eh?

So, there I was.  I had two cats in a box behind me.  Don't worry - box was big enough, air holes, food, water.  Didn't plan on keeping them there long anyway.  Just had to put them somewhere so I didn't have to chase them down for three city blocks again.

I was perfectly fine, albeit still catching my breath.  Then some bird lands on the box.  How does that happen?  It wasn't more than three feet from me.  I half expected it to be a carrier pigeon.  One cat sticks a paw out of an airhole to swat at the bird, then the other one must have jumped at the scent.  Bird flies away, box tips and opens, cats escape - again.  

Let them.  I'm a big believer in letting things that want to run away to run.  I'm tired of chasing.  It's humiliating.  Ending the chase requires some clean up - spilt water and food in this instance, mailing off personalty in another - but clean up is closure.

I set the box right and kicked away the food.  Glancing to the woods' edge I saw one cat disappear in a streak.  The second cat stopped to look at me.  She tilted her head as I frequently saw when I came home from work and decided to sit down before feeding them.  I always felt that there was a "WTF" attached to that look.  It turned and walked into the woods.

At that moment, I was equally sure that I'd keep fresh food and water on the porch, and that I'd never see either cat except from a distance.

Closure for whom, eh?

ending not so pretty

so one of my border collies, trean, is five.  he's had seizure issues since he was two.  we had him on meds.  he seemed fine.  he'd still get seizures about once a month, last for 20 minutes overall, and then return to reality.  about a year or more ago (i guess it was a few years - don't remember) he went into cluster seizures.  just nasty.  when we got him home, he laid there for three days.  just after midnight on the 3d or 4th day, he stood up and took a piss on the living room rug.  he slowly came back to normal over several days.  about four months, he did the same thing - cluster seizures, slow recovery, back to normal.  but each episode seemed to have taken something from him.

after the last incident, we changed his diet.  not a single seizure for four months.  we thought we found the key - perhaps a heightened sensitivity to seizures, but something we could control with removing allergins from his diet.  all seemed good. ...

need to stop writing.  just got a call from the vet.  i have to leave.  time to put my dog down.  fuck.

sometimes life sucks.