QUOTE (elmcitymaven @ Oct 13 2008, 07:39 AM)

Hey all -- still here in Connecticut. It's been kind of a mixed bag out here. On the one hand, I've had some great meetings and a really exciting roundtable that my center convened in New York last week. I also got a chance to road trip it up to Maine with my mom on Thurs-Sat -- I had a job interview of sorts with a think tank up there and it looks like I will be an adjunct researcher with them soon, so more work coming my way. The foliage was so amazing and the weather was just perfect -- New England in the fall is almost heart-stoppingly beautiful.
However, some bad news. My lovely, wonderful, cranky and adorable cat Hugo died on Friday, when I was in Maine. Yes, he was elderly (17 in August) but up until the day before he died he was still running around and eating like a horse. We knew the end would be coming soon, but it hasn't made it any better for us who are still around to mourn him. He had kidney failure, which hadn't been the case on the last visit to the vet's in June. In fact, they had pronounced him healthy, if a bit fragile. Hugo couldn't walk on Friday morning, so my dad took him to the vet. It turned out his kidneys had failed, and he had developed cancer. He wasn't yet in any pain, but the best thing was for him to be put to sleep.
Hugo was born the day I left for college. He was the only surviving kitten (of two) that my sweet, sweet cat Peeper ever had. He was stubborn and cranky, loved spiral ham and cheese, ate broccoli and bread with gusto, put the fear of god in dogs far larger than him, once befriended a silver fox, considered lounging in and pouncing out of flower beds the height of fun. He was gigantic -- at one point nearly 22 pounds and nearly all muscle. He was one of those black and white tuxedo cats, and he hated all orange marmalade cats on principle. He came running every time I opened the fridge, even on the day before he died, the last day I saw him. I gave him some chicken, and he looked up at me with the sweetest expression afterwards. I said to my mom, "Doesn't he look just like he did when he was a kitten?"
I was a child when he was born. Now I'm a woman with two marriages under her belt and two transatlantic moves. I've loved and lost and been hired and fired. And every time I came home, there was Hugo to greet me. He trusted me more than anyone else, and I tried never to let him down. And even though I'm an atheist, I like to think there's somewhere warm and fun and sweet that good animals go. And I'm sure Hugo's there with his mommy now, eating spiral ham and sunbathing in a choice bed of daisies.

Oh Maven I am so so sorry - you've got me in tears already

One of the reasons that I wanted a kitten is because I kept freaking out about when Daisy eventually dies - I can't imagine not having another cat there to get us both through the hard times. When my last cat, Jasper, died, he was only 9. I was devastated as it was just after Christmas. He had been breathing funny, not eating and obviously in pain for a couple of days but nowhere was open because of the holiday. My mum's partner took him to the vet the moment he could as I went to collect some books from my friend's house as he was going to China for a year. When I came back, my mum's partner told me that he had "gone". I was so upset that I couldn't eat or do anything but spent about 6 hours alphabetising the 200+ books that I had just collected. I just needed that logical, repetitive process to keep my mind focused on something else. For ages after, I would see Jasper's shadow at the back door. I'd walk past and open it to let him in before realising that it just couldn't be him.
In time it got easier, but I wanted another cat. It took a year before I got a new cat (Daisy) and a lot of persuading my mum, but now I can't imagine being without Daisy - we've been through so much together, especially as she has travelled all the way out here with me.
Although in a way it is hard because you had to be there, at least you had a chance to see him one last time. I'm not sure which would be easier.
*hugs hugs for Maven*
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QUOTE (Laura+Tom @ Oct 14 2008, 03:05 AM)

Well I made my Christmas cake. Got a good receipe from the BBC food site. Now I just have to douse it in brandy every week till Christmas. At that rate one slice will get you drunk.
World Market is putting out their X-mas stuff...and they had mini and full sized Walker's X-mas cakes on sale. They are a bit pricey, but Nicky got a mini one and seemed relatively impressed with it.
I personally will stick with pumpkin pie. I find x-mas cakes too rich for my taste.
Ok so I quoted this and want to reply but am crying my eyes out!! I just wanted to share that we got our advent calendars from World Market this weekend along with some fold out chairs for our patio table/Thanksgiving/Hallowe'en party.
Any more RSVPs from the Hallowe'eners?!
Oh - and I had to postpone doing my laundry this morning as we have a three inch mantis in the machine!!!