Goodbye, Molson

Oct 24

Goodbye, Molson.

You came to me in 1998, when my niece (now a senior in high school) was still a toddler. In fact, I have photos of you and her both at your early age. It’s rather cute, actually.

Molson in 2013.

Molson in 2013.

It was late July 1998 and you were probably about six weeks old or so. You licked your chops. You meowed. You found a home that you could call yours. And boy did you. You owned it. You patrolled it like nobody else could be in it.

Your colors were lovely, a striking calico who always kept yourself groomed and in pristine look.

Like other cats, you slept a lot. And you ate. But you ran around and enjoyed life. You loafed and you sped around, almost like you were being chased. You had so many secret places to sleep, it was hard to keep track of where you were. Of course, as you got older, some of the “upper” spots you may have jumped to as a kitten weren’t as easily accessed.

Molson and Nicole in 1998.

Molson and Nicole in 1998.

Strictly an indoor cat, you never seemed to care about getting outside. In fact, in times when you could have ran, you’d just wander out on the porch to maybe soak up some sun, before wandering back inside to the safe confines of your home.

Speaking of sun, you could seem to find every patch of sun possible. Even if it was just a sliver, you’d plop yourself down and let it warm you all over.

Some of the habits you had were odd, such as drinking out of a flower watering pot instead of your own water dish. There was a reason, at times, you were called “dummy.” As you grew older, you became used to having your dinner at a certain time. And you’d sit near your bow or meow until you got your food.

Originally names after the beer I enjoyed most at that time, it seems like a fitting tribute for me to work on a couple of home brews to make and name them in your honor.

Licking her chops, even at a young age.

Licking her chops, even at a young age.

You didn’t like the camera, but living through the digital age with somebody who takes a lot of photographs, you were a subject often enough. You seemed to like it as a kitten, when I was still in the film age, but if I pointed a camera at you, you’d often turn away or walk away. I still managed to get many good photos of you, which I’m obviously happy about.

I never did get that picture of you yawning, despite trying hard to do so for many years. I came close several times, but never had the camera up when I needed it most.

There’s a lot I will miss, that’s for sure.

Such as you meowing when you wanted attention, or more often, when you wanted food. I’ll miss walking by your favorite sitting/laying down spots and not seeing you there. I’ll miss watching you just flop on the floor and being queen of the home.

Molson chilling with one of her best friends.

Molson chilling with one of her best friends.

I keep walking past those spots, hoping to see you. Or I keep hoping you’ll come around a corner, hop up on a chair and curl up. There’s that one teddy bear on a lonely chair that you used to hop up on to see you snuggle with the bear. It won’t be the same not seeing you there.

I know it’s been less than a week, but every once in a while, I’ll hear a creak or a noise – something that seemed to be associated with you coming from somewhere – and I look around hoping to see you enter with that meow.

Owning a pet is a wonderful thing. Watching them go is one of the hardest things people can deal with, especially when you’ve had a pet for so long. It wasn’t the easiest thing to say goodbye to you, Molson. But you weren’t yourself anymore and I think you were ready. You said goodbye in your own way and you didn’t have to spend your final days at the Vet, rather at home, where you belonged.

The ending was hard as it is with human or animals who are so close to you. But soon enough those feelings will ease to the memories of all the good years you had and gave people. You will, however, be extremely missed and remembered fondly.

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Northeast Bloggers October photo challenge: Fall

Oct 23

We had a nice season of foliage around here … and I didn’t take many photos. So I went with the best one I had.

Colors popping!

Colors popping!

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Fireworks

Oct 21

I am working on a few posts for the upcoming weeks. But for now, allow me to share the finale of a fireworks show I saw a couple of weeks ago when in South New Jersey.

I’m a big fan of fireworks, so it was nice to get to see this show. Overall, it was pretty solid and well worth the side trip.

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Making the tough decision when it comes to your pets

Oct 20

(Note: This post is about making a decision on putting a loved pet down. It also talks about the final moments and such. I have made this a “read more” post meaning the bulk of it is after clicking the link below. This post is not meant to be argumentative or take a stand, rather explain one person’s thoughts going through everything.)

When is it ever the time to make the decision regarding life or death when it comes to a pet?

I know I tend to usually stay more on the lighter side of things on my blog, but I recently had to tackle this subject. And I researched. I talked to people. I didn’t come to any decisions lightly.

Beyond this post, I’ll have something else about my pet in the coming days. Something I have also been working on writing.

But over the past week or so with my postings being so sporadic (or lack thereof at all last week), I wanted to dive into what others may think. You’ll see why blogging has been far from my mind.

My cat was a little more than 16 years old. Throughout her life, she went through a couple of phases – loveable, hard for others to deal with (she could be a hissing meanie to some, though not to the few she knew well), and back to loveable and extremely personable.

She never was a fan of going to the vet though.

She was, however, always pretty active. She slept like all cats do, but she also moved around and jumped around. She stayed active. She ate (and was picky about what she ate) and drank plenty of water. And she would meow … oh how she would meow for attention.

The only issues I truly remember her having was an occasional bout with constipation, in which she then needed to get a laxative for a few days and she’d be back to normal.

She was also a strictly indoor cat and she never attempted, nor seemed to want to, ever run out and get away. She was content peering through windows and staying warm inside, or loafing in front of or near a fan when it was hot.

But things went downhill sort of quick with her.

Over the past month, give or take, she had lost some weight. Then she stopped going and eating very little. So we gave her the laxative, which seemed to kind of help a little. But she wasn’t regular. She lost weight and you could feel her bones a little more (though you couldn’t tell too much just by looking). I finally started getting worried when she wouldn’t go at all, so it was off to the vet.

That’s where the doc said she seemed dehydrated. He didn’t feel any masses or anything and everything else looked OK, but he thought they should keep her for a bit to see what they could do. They gave her a shot and some other stuff and the next day, she went home. She pooped and ate. Everything seemed to be back on the mend.

A couple of days later, it went down again. She was more lethargic. No eating. A little drinking. A lot of loafing. And her meows seemed a little off – more like a kitten. So she was taken to the vet again last Tuesday.

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Soundless Sunday: October 19

Oct 19

“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.”

– Winston Churchill

Oct 19

Soundless Sunday is a weekly feature where I’ll try and feature a favorite quote and a photo that I’ve taken. Enjoy life — it’s the only way to go!

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Stick with me!

Oct 14

I just wanted to put something up real quick as I haven’t had something in a few days.

I was away for a couple of days for a mini vacation and am trying to get caught up on some things. I’ll get posting again in the next day or two. Have a few things kind of clouding me right now, but will be back at it shortly.

Blog on!

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Soundless Sunday: October 12

Oct 12

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.”

– Thomas Paine

Oct 12

Soundless Sunday is a weekly feature where I’ll try and feature a favorite quote and a photo that I’ve taken. Enjoy life — it’s the only way to go!

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