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Oct. 29th, 2009 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
my_window_seatDamnit it's just not fucking fair.
Whatever was on Austin's chest - the vet said it was hot spots, but he wasn't actually biting or worrying at it - until medicine was applied - has now spread to his back. I thought was clearing up on his chest - and in large part, it was - but not entirely, and now it's creeping back there and now in a completely new location as well.
He's always been my strong and healthy boy. Fat as an ottoman, sure - but this is just -
He's old.
This is what happens.
You get old.
Things break down.
It's just not something you can explain to him.
Why you're doing things to him that make him uncomfortable.
Why things are going wrong, and keep going wrong -
and there's so little than can be done about it.
Besides staying up trying to keep him from licking the medicine off and upsetting his stomach.
He's so angry at me right now, and I can't explain to him - look, I know that's usually how you 'fix' things, because you're a cat, and cats lick things -
But it's not helping you right now.
And I'm trying to help, but from his perspective, all he knows is that I'm making him uncomfortable and things don't work the way they're supposed to and he doesn't know why.
Life is fucked up.
It's all backwards.
With the amount of shit you have to take to get through it all, it should get easier as you get older, not harder.
It gets harder as you get weaker and are less equipped to deal with it.
It's fucked up.
It really shouldn't work like this.
There's no such thing as 'fair' and I know that.
You're born, you live, you die.
Shit happens in between.
The order is all wrong, though.
It's just not right.
It's just not right.
Whatever was on Austin's chest - the vet said it was hot spots, but he wasn't actually biting or worrying at it - until medicine was applied - has now spread to his back. I thought was clearing up on his chest - and in large part, it was - but not entirely, and now it's creeping back there and now in a completely new location as well.
He's always been my strong and healthy boy. Fat as an ottoman, sure - but this is just -
He's old.
This is what happens.
You get old.
Things break down.
It's just not something you can explain to him.
Why you're doing things to him that make him uncomfortable.
Why things are going wrong, and keep going wrong -
and there's so little than can be done about it.
Besides staying up trying to keep him from licking the medicine off and upsetting his stomach.
He's so angry at me right now, and I can't explain to him - look, I know that's usually how you 'fix' things, because you're a cat, and cats lick things -
But it's not helping you right now.
And I'm trying to help, but from his perspective, all he knows is that I'm making him uncomfortable and things don't work the way they're supposed to and he doesn't know why.
Life is fucked up.
It's all backwards.
With the amount of shit you have to take to get through it all, it should get easier as you get older, not harder.
It gets harder as you get weaker and are less equipped to deal with it.
It's fucked up.
It really shouldn't work like this.
There's no such thing as 'fair' and I know that.
You're born, you live, you die.
Shit happens in between.
The order is all wrong, though.
It's just not right.
It's just not right.
