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I started trying to respond to every one of you but gosh, the outpouring of love and support was overwhelming!
Eric said he couldn't make any decisions on what do do with Lee-Roy's remains and told me he didn't need to have them in any form and he didn't want to know what happened to them. I put it off all day yesterday, trying to focus on my work - and there's lots to do getting people back onto the network after the move. I kept telling people about Lee-Roy because they kept noticing I wasn't my usual cheerful self and asking why.
The options they gave me were group burial, group cremation or individual cremation with the ashes returned. I had that done with Boo and have no idea what to do with that pretty wooden box. It isn't Boo. He is spirit. The more I thought about it the more I wondered if I should see if they could donate his body to a veterinary college. Eric wants his body donated to science so it would be a good thing if it were possible to do that with Lee-Roy's body. But they didn't know of any colleges that would take him, so I told them we'd take the least expensive option. That turned out to be group cremation and scattering somewhere.
Eric had mentioned he had a small doubt nagging at him about whether anything could have been done to save Lee-Roy. I arranged to pay the balance in person so I could pick up the x-rays to let Eric see just how bad the tumor was. Then I told him what I'd arranged as far as the x-rays were concerned so we could lay those doubts to rest. I told him what the surgeon said about it being inoperable and he said he didn't need to see the x-rays. So I'll call them again to pay over the phone and have them mail the x-rays back to our vet.
Last night after lab, I picked up Eric's favorite ice cream on the way home. We ate ice cream and shared memories, mostly laughing at what a kook that cat was. He asked how many cats I'd had who elicited curses as much as Lee-Roy had. "DAMN IT, LEE-ROY!" was common around our house. The girls never make us curse. Lee-Roy was just persistant about whatever it was he wanted and often wouldn't take "No" for an answer. So we'd shout, "Damn it, Lee-Roy!" and he'd finally "get it," turn his back to us, stomp off jerking his tail upward at us and snort in disgust. We sometimes snort in disgust at things. We call it "speaking Lee-Roy."
Cactus finally gave Eric some love last night. She's not the steel muscled cat Lee-Roy was, but her fur is similar.
So let's see... 9 weeks for gestation, six to eight weeks for growing up... sometime mid-April or after we need to watch for a little black kitten to demand to own Eric.
Oh, and if you know the story about the Rainbow Bridge, you'll know I was delighted to be dazzled with some amazing rainbows yesterday. If Lee-Roy sent them, he sure got the hang of it fast!
Eric said he couldn't make any decisions on what do do with Lee-Roy's remains and told me he didn't need to have them in any form and he didn't want to know what happened to them. I put it off all day yesterday, trying to focus on my work - and there's lots to do getting people back onto the network after the move. I kept telling people about Lee-Roy because they kept noticing I wasn't my usual cheerful self and asking why.
The options they gave me were group burial, group cremation or individual cremation with the ashes returned. I had that done with Boo and have no idea what to do with that pretty wooden box. It isn't Boo. He is spirit. The more I thought about it the more I wondered if I should see if they could donate his body to a veterinary college. Eric wants his body donated to science so it would be a good thing if it were possible to do that with Lee-Roy's body. But they didn't know of any colleges that would take him, so I told them we'd take the least expensive option. That turned out to be group cremation and scattering somewhere.
Eric had mentioned he had a small doubt nagging at him about whether anything could have been done to save Lee-Roy. I arranged to pay the balance in person so I could pick up the x-rays to let Eric see just how bad the tumor was. Then I told him what I'd arranged as far as the x-rays were concerned so we could lay those doubts to rest. I told him what the surgeon said about it being inoperable and he said he didn't need to see the x-rays. So I'll call them again to pay over the phone and have them mail the x-rays back to our vet.
Last night after lab, I picked up Eric's favorite ice cream on the way home. We ate ice cream and shared memories, mostly laughing at what a kook that cat was. He asked how many cats I'd had who elicited curses as much as Lee-Roy had. "DAMN IT, LEE-ROY!" was common around our house. The girls never make us curse. Lee-Roy was just persistant about whatever it was he wanted and often wouldn't take "No" for an answer. So we'd shout, "Damn it, Lee-Roy!" and he'd finally "get it," turn his back to us, stomp off jerking his tail upward at us and snort in disgust. We sometimes snort in disgust at things. We call it "speaking Lee-Roy."
Cactus finally gave Eric some love last night. She's not the steel muscled cat Lee-Roy was, but her fur is similar.
So let's see... 9 weeks for gestation, six to eight weeks for growing up... sometime mid-April or after we need to watch for a little black kitten to demand to own Eric.
Oh, and if you know the story about the Rainbow Bridge, you'll know I was delighted to be dazzled with some amazing rainbows yesterday. If Lee-Roy sent them, he sure got the hang of it fast!
