Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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In 49 BC, Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon, starting a civil war in Rome, and creating the idiomatic expression that denotes an irrevocable choice.
Those of you who follow me on various social media know that Kula came home yesterday. He is feeling better, but I just feel like we have started down a path that can only lead to one place. You see, Kula is getting up there. He was a rescue cat, and we while are not sure exactly how old he is -- Gem had him for about three years; he has been with me for almost eight -- he is at least 13 or 14 years old. He doesn’t play anymore, spending most of his time, when not socializing, sleeping. His thyroid has stopped working and now his kidneys are failing, and he is losing weight. He will stay on a special diet, but we have to change it from YD to KD, so now he will need medication for his thyroid, and more regular vet visits. Inevitably, one of these visits will cross the line, that line between “this makes sense” and “what are we doing here?” because there is no way to fix what is wrong; no amount of money that I can spend to actually make him well again. And Kula can’t tell me what he wants or how he feels, he can’t tell me when he is weary, he can’t complain if he hurts. At some point? It is I who will have to cross the Rubicon, making the decision that enough is enough -- and then live with it, alone and grieving.
When I left Kula at the vet’s on Friday, I came up against this hard, heartbreaking truth and spent the rest of the day trying to come to terms with it. That night I spent realizing that while I have never thought of him as my “fur child,” I am very attached to Kula. The apartment seemed cold and empty without him, and I felt horribly callous worrying about where to draw the line. Bringing him home was a tremendous relief, but the feeling of having started down a path of no return will not dissipate….
People sure don’t talk much about this aspect of having a pet, do they?
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