I was horribly ill Friday, sinuses flaring, nose burning off my head, headache, etc. I ran a few errands and got home and did some housework. I had promised my Sister I would spend the night with her and help her at the flea market on Sat. morning.
She and my Dad came by and picked me up and I was just as sick and miserable there, too. Sat. morning I got up and helped my Sister and we got a little sunburned.. so now my face was dried out and itchy as well as runny and painful. My Dad drove me home soon after noon and helped Matthew move out the old stove. I was exhausted and ready to kick my feet up and wallow, when I noticed I had not seen Kira walking around.
She appeared to be sleeping in her favorite place underneath the buffet against the wall. I had watched TV and even fed the cats and she was still sleeping, which was odd. When Matthew came down the hall I looked closely and told him to check on her, she didn't look like she was breathing. From most vantage points all you could see was her belly and feet. Once I asked him to check on her, I sat up and noticed the paws of her feet were much too pale, hers were always bright pink. Matthew bent down and leaned over to touch her awake, but as soon as he touched her he immediately flinched and drew his arm back and then I totally lost it. She was dead, probably sometime that night in her sleep. Matthew hadn't noticed.
I was beside myself and very sad. She was our first cat we got together, and I picked her out from the Humane Society. We never knew how old she was. She was the Queen of at one time, 8 other cats in our family, but since the move, she was Queen of 4 other cats. Not sure now who will take over as the Queen, the one who gets to eat first, while the other cats wait. They will work it out, I'm sure.
So, we drove down to KMart and bought a shovel. Our yard was too rocky and Matthew could not get the hole deep enough. He put her in a bag and we drove to his parent's house where they already have a nice area for this specific thing. He and his Dad made her a nice grave and I just didn't want to look. I didn't want to watch Matthew pick her off the floor, but something made me look anyways. Strange. I did the picture slideshow as my previous entry, and although I know it wasn't very obvious we had lost her, it was all I could do that night. I just didn't want to go into it yet.
Anyhow, the rest of the evening was very somber and we got Chinese take out, came home to eat, and went to bed early.
I was still really sick the rest of the night and Sunday morning, because not only was my head all messed up and sick, but being a "woman" had also completely put me out of it. And on top of it all, my nose was breaking out in cold sores that hurt when I talked, chewed, swallowed, brushed my teeth, and don't even think about blowing your nose! I am always amazed at how many muscles in your head effect your nose, because it seems like everything I did was painful.
Sunday morning I vowed to stay home in my pajamas. I slept late and missed Mass. I ate cereal and camped out on the sofa in all of my misery. Matthew went to get a lawn mower from his parents and I dozed off (by myself! can you believe it!) in front of the TV.
When he came home I got dressed enough to make an appearance to the world as he wanted to go back down to KMart and get gas for the mower and have me see the latest and greatest in Weed Eaters. It is a wonder I got up and was able to go, but I knew I needed to get myself together and get ready for the week ahead.
The grass looks good mowed.
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