Grump Central Archive: Week of 4 July 2021
Saturday, 10 July 2021
I'm shuffling though the days with no sense of direction or purpose. Roy's passing hurts more than the day before. I'm rapidly losing interest in my hobbies. An old college friend with whom I've communicated on a daily basis has suddenly fallen silent, and I have no way to find out what happened to her. I've cancelled my next appointment with the cardiologist—I'm simply not able to deal with that right now. The cats look at me as if to say, "Okay, now what?" I have no answer.
Friday, 9 July 2021
Still trying to adjust to life with two cats instead of three—it'll probably be weeks before I stop seeing him in the corner of my eye. Roy's brother and sister deal with it in their own unique ways: Pris picks random little hissy fights with Zack, and Zack spends a fair bit of his time hiding in the bathtub. I've been tempted to see if my outdoor kitty Bobby could become an indoor kitty. We'll see...
Thursday, 8 July 2021
R.I.P. Roy. He succumbed to his old nemesis: urinary blockage. It would have required two rounds of surgery to keep him alive. I felt this would be unnecessary stress on him, so I made the difficult decision to let him go. It was time for him to be at peace, and now he is, resting comfortably at the spot where he was born on 18 November 2014. He will be remembered as a sweet, loving companion and an exceptional brother to his siblings.
Wednesday, 7 July 2021
Seven years ago it was all just a dream that would unfold achingly slowly.
Tuesday, 6 July 2021
Seven years ago today life was very, very different. Meanwhile, my heart monitor comes off in two days. I can't wait—it's itching like crazy.
Monday, 5 July 2021
Sunday morning, per usual, I refilled my pill organizer with the dozen pills I take per day. Wait... I just refilled it the day before yesterday—well, it seems like it, at least. The way time screams past ever faster is increasingly disconcerting; I'm barreling down a one-way dead-end road so fast I can't count the days. I've been tempted to stop the daily posts—quite a few times over the past year or two, as it happens—but now I realize it's the only thing I have left that helps me keep track of time.
Sunday, 4 July 2021
It's that time of year again to make noise. I used to enjoy fireworks quite a lot, but anymore my preference is to be far away from them and to revel in the peace, quiet and solitude of my property. Same goes for my cats!