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I have an awesome husband

James decided to order Showtime so that we can catch up on Dexter Season 2! We are having the veg-out Dexter marathon! This weekend has been so tough, but James has a knack at making me glad for my decision to marry him. James is adorable laying on the couch, cuddled up with Smitties, who is still restless. This is usually the hour that Smith and Weston chase each other around the house and we listen to the pitter-patter of their little feet.

Comedies are not working for me this weekend, so watching Dexter Season 2 is just perfect… I am so ready for Season 3! We are going to milk this Showtime subscription for all its worth. James has to also catch up on The Tudors, which is a series that he loves more than I do.

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When I feel down, I code html

I probably should be working out, going out, or something else other than what I have been doing this Labor Day weekend, but I simply don’t feel like it at all. My eyes are puffy, and my husband is scruffy. We both look like crap and have sort of revelled in it. We did go out to eat and see a movie in Oakland yesterday, but we stayed in our schleppy clothes. We were literally bumming out and not ashamed to like it.

Smithie/Smitty has been anxious, restless, and particularly needy. This has helped our lethargy because we haven’t been sleeping very well. Smitty has always been the vocal one; Weston was the silent type. I think we all miss his presence, and all are finding ways of distracting our thoughts from the ache. Smitty has been playing around with his toys, James has been playing with the new laptop he purchased yesterday from Best Buy to better work from home with (it’s amazing how inexpensive laptops are these days), and I have been coding my husband’s website (badly in need of a redesign). I was a bit tempted to buy another PC while I was in Best Buy yesterday with James… I have been thinking about and saving for a MacBook, but with the financial cost of Weston’s care, it will be a while before I can afford to buy anything in the four digit range, that is for sure.

I ended up spending about 4 hours reconstructing Jame’s site. It used to have a much more graphics heavy site, but it was very “gamer.” The new version is still dark but much more browser (mobile and desktop) friendly. I would have liked it if I was able to get the disc 3 of Dexter Season 2, but one can’t have everything.

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Kittens of the same litter can have different fathers

The doctor of my local veterinary clinic called to give her condolences, and the topic of giving Smith an ultrasound came up. His brother had an enlarged heart, problems with the right ventricle and the left atrium, so for safety’s sake, an ultrasound for his brother Smith should be scheduled. The doctor then told me something that I had not heard of before…


Smith and Weston sleeping on top of the couch
Smith and Weston sleeping on top of the couch

“Smith and Weston looks so different, and it’s actually quite common for kittens of the same litter to have different fathers.” So Smith may not have the congenital defects that Weston had, and it could explain their very different temperaments.

Being the fact checker I am, I looked it up on the net, and sure enough, I find information confirming the incredibly prolific and efficient reproductive nature of cats:
http://catwebsite.googlepages.com/cat-mating.htm
http://www.petplace.com/cats/cats-and-mating/page1.aspx

I learn something new everyday!

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Today my beloved Weston died

I took a sanity day home yesterday from work, and unbeknown to me, I would actually need it. I woke up at the usual hour, had my cup of coffee, showered, and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. I noticed that Weston hadn’t moved from his position on the bed. He had been feeling a little under the weather, but usually he gets better overnight. I noticed belabored breathing. I had this horrible feeling come over me. I then called the vet and took Weston to the hospital.

The situation was bad — Weston had acute kidney failure. Did he ingest something? I can’t for the life of me imagine what he could have eaten to get this sick. I had noticed that he threw up the other night, and was feeling a bit lethargic, but I thought it might be the very hot weather getting him down. The diagnosis was very negative — he had a 20% chance of survival if we took him to the vetinary emergency room in San Leandro. I think I was in shock for the whole first hour of hearing of this. I called my husband, and he took off from work early to come home. We took Smithie, Weston’s brother, to the local vet hospital to see Weston (possibly for the last time) and to also have him checked out as well.

The total cost of the care would cost about $3000 at least, but I had to just spend the money. I hate debt, but this is debt that I am certain that I would not look back on with regret. I had to try something — I couldn’t give him a death sentence without a fight. James and I left Smithie at the vet, taking Weston to the vetinary ER in San Leandro. They would have more capability to care for Weston and to give him an ultrasound. The doctor gave me some hope — Weston seemed to be more responsive and the potassium level in his blood had come down a bit. We eat an early dinner, after not eating lunch, and we pick up Smithie (who was diagnosed to be healthy and fine) home.

We got the results of the ultrasound around 7:30pm– the kidney problem does not appear to be congenital, but Weston had an enlarged heart, a congenital heart defect. Due to this condition, the doctor does not want to treat him as aggressively with fluids as his heart may not be able to take it. After we thanked the doctor, James and I vegged out in the evening. We watched DVDs to take our mind off the uncertainty. We’re both tired from crying.

When the phone rang this morning at 8:45am, I knew the news would not be good. The doctor informs us that Weston’s condition is not improving. He’s too far gone, and unless there is a kidney transplant or kidney dialysis, there is no way he will survive. Since he’s only 4 and 1/2 months old, this was very grim. The doctor mentioned that by now Weston is having significant discomfort, and he recommends euthanasia . I started to cry again, and James had to take over with finalizing the decision to go ahead and end Weston’s suffering.

Everything happened so suddenly. Even though we adopted Smith and Weston only 2 months ago, I have gotten to know Weston and loved him completely. I miss Weston so much already.

Weston, R.I.P
Mommy and Daddy miss you and love you.