he knew stormy wasnt doing well

                                    when he came home from work before he went to work out he fed the cats they werent his cats they were his wifeshis daughters but they had places to go people to see things to do  in death   and in life  reality is that someone is always left holding the bag

                                                                 he wondered if there were support groups that helped one that they could commiserate with whichto be sure that wouldnt be he he didnt buy into team effortsonly concerned himself with what he brought to the table  he didnt buy into help counselors selfhelp publications he preferred to root around on his own like a pig after truffles after he determined the correct direction to go in

stormy was his wifes cat

                           she felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet  You had pets growing up.  I had a goldfish Goldie when I was in second grade Goldie was gutted by a parakeet when he or she rose to the top of the bowl if you scratched its rim usually just before feeding him or her Goldie would rise and roll over onto their back he could actually rub Goldies belly  gutted by a parakeet Sissy 

                                     before they married his wife gave him a Samoyed-Husky for his birthday April  he was a fat puppy he named him Fatty  Fatty was shot to death by a rancher before the year was out

she felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet 

stormy was eighteen now

he fed her separate from the other four cats put their food down and kept stormy up on the kitchen counter to feed herhers was a wetfood unlike their dry food

                                               he stood guard because young cats will be young cats

stormy pushed the food around with her muzzle didnt eat anything she was out of sorts

he put cellophane on her bowl and refrigerated it

taking her down off the countersetting her on the linoleum floor she was lethargic she squattedseemed content to do absolutely nothing

Stormy whasup girl 

                      he preferred not to miss his workout but   he hadnt seen her off her game but once when she was young  an extensive surgery saved her life

picking her up from the kitchen floor he brought her into the livingroomtucked her against him with one arm and placed a record on the turntable he didnt remember what he played then he sat on the rocking loveseat with her on his lap

an hour or so later he felt it in his fingershis hands an electric bolt shot through her spine contorted her bodycurled it so that stormys head came up back an nearly touched her rump

she collapsed senseless

her breathing was laboured 

she spasmed threefour times more

seveneight hours later in the dark in silence she died on his lap 

his wife felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet

 

stormy died his wife was dead his girls were gone from home at college

Yah dontell him Life isnt fair not by a long shot

Summer of ’19

1345,  Monday,  5  7. 21