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Today is Sunday and tomorrow is a federal holiday here in the US, so Sunday night is actually relaxing instead of getting ready for work tomorrow ((if you are lucky that is)).  Today is:
  • Ben Franklin Day
  • Blessing of the Animals at the Cathedral Day
  • Cable Car Day
  • Customer Service Day
  • Ditch New Years Resolutions Day
  • Hot-Buttered Rum Day
  • Judgment Day
  • Kid Inventors' Day
  • National Hot Heads Chili Day
  • World Religion Day
  • World Snow Day
  • National Bootleggers Day
  • Popeye Day
  • Hardware Freedom Day 
The marital problems of the Romans are in the news in 38BC as Octavian switches wives and ends up going to war.

When I told the vet that I had never been around a pet that was being put to sleep, she carefully described the process and cautioned me that there were three things that could happen:  there may be a bodily reaction, a jerk or convulsion;  the pet may defecate or urinate as their organs relax;  and cats' eyes will not close.  They put a catheter in, I put Kula's bed up on the counter and he stretched out in it, propping his head on the side and just looked at us. I stroked his side and scratched under his chin, and he started purring softly. Then the vet started the injection, he jerked once, and was gone before the plunger was all the way down.  The vet listened and gently told me he was gone.  I lifted up the limp head and kissed him...  and let him go.

I have told the story of Kula's passing a couple of times now as I slowly start coming to terms with Kula being gone.  And I found that jerk kept replaying in my mind.  There didn't seem to be pain, he wasn't struggling, but his hind legs kicked out and I got to thinking about the end in Watership Down, when El-ahrahah comes to Hazel and recruits him for his Owsla -- and picturing Kula.....

What was that?  He suddenly looked and where there had been just a roof was a brightly shining many colored .....   counter?  This he had to see!  Without thinking he crouched and sprang up to it, then sat still for a minute feeling pretty satisfied with himself,  It had been so long since he was able to jump like that.  In fact, he stretched and craned his head around, he was feeling rather good, the aches and pains were gone, his coat was gleaming in the light, he could hear and ...  he sniffed tentatively ...  he could smell....   He glanced back as there was a little tug as he felt a kiss between his ears, and then suddenly the path seemed clear in front of him.  He started forward, picking up speed, running for the joy of it.  There had to be something to eat, he was starving, and he wanted to have a word with that so-called ceiling cat....

And that is how myths get started as we deal with loss and tell stories to comfort ourselves, neh?


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