Today I Dug A Grave

Tue, 23 Dec 2003 16:06:04 GMT

Several weeks ago, my cat of 15 years, Butch, was diagnosed with a sarcoma on his front left leg. There was nothing that could be done (short of an amputation not guaranteed to help anything) so my decision was to just make him as comfortable as possible on his way out. He's spent the last few weeks being constantly stoned on catnip and getting to eat bunches of his favorite foods. His condition over the past couple of days had deteriorated to the point where his leg was nearing gangrene and he was obviously in constant pain.

At 9:00 a.m. on December 23, 2003, the vet gave him a shot of pentobarbitol. I held him, petting him, and at 9:22 a.m., he breathed his last. He was buried under a tree in our back yard where he used to sit while hunting.

I am immensely sad right now. Butcher was the best friend I've ever had in my life, and the closest I'll probably come to ever having a child. I'll miss him terribly, as will my roommates.

Goodbye, my little Butcher. Your like shall not be seen again. But, then, what do I know?

Bob-tailed Butch, the Bird Killer - August 1988-December 2003

15 Minutes.

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 14:21:40 GMT

It's finally here. We all thought it was here with the advent of the internet, but, you actually had to be able to build a website to get it. Now, with these blogs, Andy Warhol's "15 minutes of fame" is available for anyone with internet access.

Is this necessarily a good thing? Do the random ramblings of individuals amount to anything in this information riddled format, even a hill of beans? It remains to be seen.

I'm not much on regular updates. I may use this blog a lot, or hardly ever. Depends on if and when I get a wild hair up my ass about something.

But, then, what do I know?

...But, Then, What Do I Know?

Today I Dug A Grave

15 Minutes.