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[thejunipertree]

After an anxiety-ridden night, we took Tinker to the vet this morning as soon as they opened. On the way there, the Engineer sung the Tinker ABCs as he drove and we tried to laugh through our tears about how utterly bad he could sometimes be and how much of a hellraiser he was. The doctor's office was so good to us when we arrived completely unannounced, as they always are, and took me in without an appointment and put us in a quiet room away from the other clients and their shrilly barking dogs.

He passed away quietly and peacefully bare moments after the injection. I feel as if someone has punched me in the chest, but somehow- I am at work. There is an emptiness roaring in my ears. Out of all the pet deaths I have endured over the years, this one is hurting me the most.

Thank you, every one of you, who has allowed me to prattle on endlessly about this. And thank you for all of your thoughts and well wishes, verbalized or not. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.

I may post photos from his long life when I get home tonight, if I'm up for digging them out and scanning them in. I didn't do it for Nympho when he died because I had so few photographs and, at the time, no scanner to speak of. But until then, he's an image of during the evening of Battlecats:


That was supposed to be a helmet, by the way. But, he wrecked it.

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[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

Also, I don't know if you remember this or not, but when I went through that with Selina, you know what she did to me in the car on the way over? She peed on me. She looked right at me, and peed on me. That's what I got for not being able to bear putting her in the carrier she always hated. She peed on me and in a cat-like way, she laughed and enjoyed it.

I'll tell you, it's moments like that making the pain bearable, laughing about the things they did. Selina was always the one to look you in the eye and pee on things, if she wanted to express herself.

Just a kitty story to hopefully make you laugh.