01-28-2020, 11:41 AM
Billie was hit by a car.
Our backyard neighbor, Matt, took her to the vet. He had to go to work. She's at our bungalow now. Stacy is taking care of her - fortunately she has the day off today. She's on painkillers and resting in front of our heater. Stacy texted 'Her pelvis and hind leg are not working very well. She wants to move but can't more than a few inches without looking sad.'
We have not contacted Nancy, Billie's former owner. Before you think poorly of Nancy, know that she's a caretaker for her adult son who was born without any working muscles. He's a complete quadriplegic and lives in her granny unit behind her tiny home. I'm not sure how old he is but he met Shatner and Nimoy as a youth when they filmed Search for Spock (1984). There was a cool photo in his room of that meeting and he looked to be around a teen then, so probably just a little younger than us. I only met him once when they needed some help moving him. He was intelligent and engaging. Nancy has cared for him for his entire life. I don't know where she gets money. Obviously he needs a lot of care. What's more, no one in the neighborhood is quite sure what is happening with Nancy right now. Matt says she has trouble remembering him and he's lived there forever, as long as they have. They live two houses down from us and have their own handicapped parking spot in front of the house.
So when Billie started showing up at our place, we didn't fault Nancy. It's just one of those things.
I have a work commitment in SF tonight and then need to care-take for my mom tomorrow. I may head back to the Cruz tomorrow night instead of staying over - we'll see. Stacy doesn't think there's a need right now.
Billie wasn't doing that well this week. A huge palm tree was removed from in front of Matt's house this week because the roots were tearing up his plumbing (ours is the century+ old bungalow; his is a shoddy granny unit added on to the property a few decades ago). The fence I built for Jingles had to come down because it was right next to that palm tree, and it blocked Billie's path to our pom (now cat) door. So when I came home, Billie was peeing in the street right in front of where I usually park, and wouldn't let me park there. Then yesterday I fed her the last of the chicken we made for her, but it had gone stale so she puked up on our veranda. But she pukes a lot. Old cat. She didn't come by last night, and we thought she went back to Nancy's since her tag reappeared. Now we know Matt had her.
We knew that this was a hospice deal with Billie. She is a smart and sweet old cat, but so very frail. I've been trying not to get attached, but that's always delicate. I've even kept a shoe box because it's just the right size for a cat coffin. Compassion means to 'suffer with' and that is my meditation for today.
Our backyard neighbor, Matt, took her to the vet. He had to go to work. She's at our bungalow now. Stacy is taking care of her - fortunately she has the day off today. She's on painkillers and resting in front of our heater. Stacy texted 'Her pelvis and hind leg are not working very well. She wants to move but can't more than a few inches without looking sad.'
We have not contacted Nancy, Billie's former owner. Before you think poorly of Nancy, know that she's a caretaker for her adult son who was born without any working muscles. He's a complete quadriplegic and lives in her granny unit behind her tiny home. I'm not sure how old he is but he met Shatner and Nimoy as a youth when they filmed Search for Spock (1984). There was a cool photo in his room of that meeting and he looked to be around a teen then, so probably just a little younger than us. I only met him once when they needed some help moving him. He was intelligent and engaging. Nancy has cared for him for his entire life. I don't know where she gets money. Obviously he needs a lot of care. What's more, no one in the neighborhood is quite sure what is happening with Nancy right now. Matt says she has trouble remembering him and he's lived there forever, as long as they have. They live two houses down from us and have their own handicapped parking spot in front of the house.
So when Billie started showing up at our place, we didn't fault Nancy. It's just one of those things.
I have a work commitment in SF tonight and then need to care-take for my mom tomorrow. I may head back to the Cruz tomorrow night instead of staying over - we'll see. Stacy doesn't think there's a need right now.
Billie wasn't doing that well this week. A huge palm tree was removed from in front of Matt's house this week because the roots were tearing up his plumbing (ours is the century+ old bungalow; his is a shoddy granny unit added on to the property a few decades ago). The fence I built for Jingles had to come down because it was right next to that palm tree, and it blocked Billie's path to our pom (now cat) door. So when I came home, Billie was peeing in the street right in front of where I usually park, and wouldn't let me park there. Then yesterday I fed her the last of the chicken we made for her, but it had gone stale so she puked up on our veranda. But she pukes a lot. Old cat. She didn't come by last night, and we thought she went back to Nancy's since her tag reappeared. Now we know Matt had her.
We knew that this was a hospice deal with Billie. She is a smart and sweet old cat, but so very frail. I've been trying not to get attached, but that's always delicate. I've even kept a shoe box because it's just the right size for a cat coffin. Compassion means to 'suffer with' and that is my meditation for today.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse