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This is also more sad than pissed off...

My cat has cancer, and is very near the end, and I have to have him put down and don't want to. He's still getting around and drinking, only eating just a little, so I won't do it yet. But I know we're down to days, won't go into details about his infection, and coming up on a weekend when the vet is closed. And I don't want him to suffer because I'm too afraid to do anything...it makes me angry, why does something like this have to happen???

Hug hugs for you :rose: Two out of three of my cats needed to be put to sleep at the end of their lives because of illnesses. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. As a matter of fact, with Hannah I couldn't make the decision my husband brought her in for me. She was 19 yo, had had a stroke, was blind and very confused.

There is no wrong decision. Just pour out you love and attention on him and you will know when it is his time. If it is over a weekend there are emergency rooms for pets in many areas.

I am so sorry.
 
Hug hugs for you :rose: Two out of three of my cats needed to be put to sleep at the end of their lives because of illnesses. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. As a matter of fact, with Hannah I couldn't make the decision my husband brought her in for me. She was 19 yo, had had a stroke, was blind and very confused.

There is no wrong decision. Just pour out you love and attention on him and you will know when it is his time. If it is over a weekend there are emergency rooms for pets in many areas.

I am so sorry.

Thanks. We actually got more time than we ever expected, so he's been spoiled rotten the last few months. Just hoping we make it for a few more days.
 
Thanks. We actually got more time than we ever expected, so he's been spoiled rotten the last few months. Just hoping we make it for a few more days.
Quiet love and attention to him and his needs (including his need for rest) will go a long way to giving you - and him - just a *little* bit longer. He doesn't want to leave *you* any more than you want him to leave, and he'll hold on if he possibly can.
 
Thank you so much for the support here. I do so appreciate it.

I will light and candle and ask for good energy for those that are realizing the mortality of life. I will pray for your strength and endurance during those times. May you take each moment and treasure the good and humbly accept the joyous moments in even the bad.

I don't have an awesome parable like Homburg. Thank you for sharing that; it made me smile one of the few times I have today.
 
Darlin, coming from his side of the equation, that realisation is hard for us too.

The only thing that I can say is to work as hard as you can to make the joy of Now worth the quiet sadness of Then. I'm that way with all relationships, from my partners to my cats. Nothing is forever, so savour the good while you can.

If anything, it makes it taste that much more sweet. Or to paraphrase a zen parable:

"One day while walking through the wilderness, a man stumbled across a vicious tiger. He ran, but soon came to the edge of a high cliff. Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the fatal precipice. As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in the cliff and began gnawing at the vine. Suddenly, he noticed one the vine a plump wild strawberry. He plucked it and popped it into his mouth. It was incredibly delicious!"

What's so frightening is that I am weepy now as if I 'know' something oh sure I am probably just being stupid but I have been right before ..... you know me Homb you know my history and lots more besides tell me I am being stupid

This is also more sad than pissed off...

My cat has cancer, and is very near the end, and I have to have him put down and don't want to. He's still getting around and drinking, only eating just a little, so I won't do it yet. But I know we're down to days, won't go into details about his infection, and coming up on a weekend when the vet is closed. And I don't want him to suffer because I'm too afraid to do anything...it makes me angry, why does something like this have to happen???

Hugs to you sweetheart I've been there too there's a poem by Rudyard Kipling about giving your heart for a dog to tear but it applies just as well to any pet.
 
Dumb ppl at RiteAid.

I told them yesterday that I ONLY want prescriptions 3 & 4 filled and the others put on file and that I would be back later to pick them up. 45 minutes go to pick up the prescriptions and they haven't even started on them yet. So, I said well, I'll have to come back tomorrow because I have to get to class. Well, I get up today, do my running around at school, get Bunny out of bed and head back to RiteAid...guess what? They still wasn't ready! Although, they had 2 bottles in the little basket and a piece of paper attached to it and said "it will be just a minute."

Wait. What? I only wanted 3 & 4 filled. "OHhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

DUMBASSES. I still had to wait 10 minutes though. And I had asked yesterday how much they were going to be and she told me they both were on the $4 list. She lied. 1 was on the $4 list the other was $9. Thank god I had some extra money.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

:mad: I HATE PEOPLE!
 
Spoiler: When God closes a door, He does not open a window. As a matter of fact, when God closes a door, He slams it, then punches you in the crotch a few times and smacks your head into a wall just to get His message across that, when He closes a door, the fucking door stays closed. And God doesn't actually love all His creations. But that's a story for another time, boys and girls.

Summary: Fuck God and fuck that girl. And the horse that girl rode in on. Fuck them all.

P.S. I should not be allowed to drink. I will elucidate on that later.
 
Not so much a pissed off as a sad really following a conversation with hubby that with him being so much older than me, one day I will lose him forever and having no really close family I will be alone. Had a bit of a weep although he doesn't know I did

Yes.
We had a similar conversation not too long ago (he is only 12 years older but still genetically and statistically I will probably outlive him of about 20 to 30 years). It is hard on both sides, but we know that we will be together again ... one day.

There are no medical problem that prompted the conversation. But, he is bipolar (being treated ... what a mess ... this is for another rant). And when I feel his pain, struggles, unhappiness, desperation ... I wish I could take it all away and I know I would understand whatever he'd decide to do.

I have family, I'll have to be strong and pick up the pieces.

Life is choices. Life is unfair. But there are gems of precious happy time in it, and I just cherish and feel thankful for each one.

:rose:
 
everything about today and actually the last few days.

Its funny, this is a bit of an outlet for me in some ways but it doesn't make the anger and hurt dissipate...only talking and action will do that. So the hurt and frustration builds and it builds and it builds more until I completely blow.

It takes an awful lot for me to reach that point and because of that, its usually avoidable with a little communication and consideration.

But I reached that point today and absolutely lost the plot with bells on.

I am now tired, disillusioned and drained and I am going to go try and focus on movies and drink enough alcohol that I donlt give a flying fuck anymore :cool:

oh and my biopsy results fucked me off too.

They didnt contain the right 'substance' to give a proper clinical diagnosis...but apparently it looks alright!

Ohhhh. thats ok then. Phew....for a moment I was worried, but if it ''seems alright'' doctor thats ok.

I have to go for mammograms and ultrasounds now. :mad:
 
Quiet love and attention to him and his needs (including his need for rest) will go a long way to giving you - and him - just a *little* bit longer. He doesn't want to leave *you* any more than you want him to leave, and he'll hold on if he possibly can.

He's gone now, I got to hold him until the end, so hopefully he knew I was there with him. I'm sure there's a pet heaven somewhere and he's chasing squirrels and actually catching them now.

Thanks all of you for your kind words.
 
Not having the money to have my eyebrows waxed (still). I wish I'd learned how to tweeze them properly. It's kinda gross now. :(
 
He's gone now, I got to hold him until the end, so hopefully he knew I was there with him. I'm sure there's a pet heaven somewhere and he's chasing squirrels and actually catching them now.

Thanks all of you for your kind words.

I'm glad you found the strength to stay with him and the compassion to let him go, take care of yourself through the tears and be glad he had you for such a long and happy life :rose:
 
Bastard fucking snails and slugs. I am so fucking wild. My beans, my snow peas, my spinach, my cabbages. All. Gone. All my seedlings eaten overnight by fiendish fucking molluscs. I hate you all. *puts on snail stomping boots* :mad:
 
I'm glad you found the strength to stay with him and the compassion to let him go, take care of yourself through the tears and be glad he had you for such a long and happy life :rose:

Thanks...it wasn't easy and my eyes are nearly swollen shut. In my head I know it was the right thing to do, though.
 
He's gone now, I got to hold him until the end, so hopefully he knew I was there with him. I'm sure there's a pet heaven somewhere and he's chasing squirrels and actually catching them now.

Thanks all of you for your kind words.
He knew, and it made it easier for him, to know that you were there with him and loving him until the end. As for pet heaven, I dunno, but I do know that if *I* get to heaven's gate (and am not turned away six exits before I get there - fat chance!) and some of my most beloved pets who have gone before me *aren't* there, I'm headin' out to find 'em.
 
Simply, the feeling that my friends genuinely don't like me. Worse, I don't know if it's true or not.

Also, phones sending three messages when you've written something long rather than one big message. I wouldn't mind them charging me for three messages either way, but it's annoying.
 
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He knew, and it made it easier for him, to know that you were there with him and loving him until the end. As for pet heaven, I dunno, but I do know that if *I* get to heaven's gate (and am not turned away six exits before I get there - fat chance!) and some of my most beloved pets who have gone before me *aren't* there, I'm headin' out to find 'em.

I read this awesome book, once, by Randy Alcorn called 'in sight of eternity'. I think. Anyway he talks about what he thinks heaven's gonna be like, and bases it on biblical insight. And he thinks there's gonna be animals in heaven for two reasons. 1) The bible talks about certain animals in heaven (horses for instance). His feeling is if there's horses in heaven, why not cats and dogs and ferrets and rats and hamsters? 2) Heaven is the ultimate in joy. God wants us to be happy there, and if it'd make us happy to have our beloved pet there, they why wouldn't they be there?
 
Because God's a dick. That's my answer to the problem of evil and I'm sticking with it.
 
Because God's a dick. That's my answer to the problem of evil and I'm sticking with it.
Ya know, even if you're the male reincarnation of Mother Teresa from here on in, when you get to the Pearly Gates, you're gonna have to answer for *that* one, lol! I'm not saying Pete will turn you away, but I think he might require some serious groveling and bootlicking.
 
I swear, my children want me to murder them. That's the only explanation. :mad:
 
I swear, my children want me to murder them. That's the only explanation. :mad:

No, they are confused....they think they are ducklings and need to peck you to death ......

Yeah I know it's a stretch but it helps me sometimes....
 
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