Damn it all to Hell

 Because things aren't shitty enough, my beautiful companion Pierre is leaving for the rainbow bridge.  The house call vet is coming this afternoon.

I took him to the vet on Friday to get something for a skin irritation that wouldn't go away.  They did a blood work panel that showed sky high thyroid levels.  I contacted the specialist vet to discuss treatment but before I could even get an appointment he took a steep downward turn.

Wednesday he stopped eating.  Thursday I could only get him to have some tuna and tuna water.  He is unsteady on his feet, drooling, and just looks really bad.  This morning he had a little more tuna water but can barely stand.  I can't let him linger in this condition.

I adopted him from the county shelter in 2011, right after my mom died.  He's approximately 16 or so years old.  We've had a wonderful decade together.  He is a loving and lovable character who enjoys spending time curled up next to his human.  He loves to be brushed and I doubt any cat has been brushed as much as this one.  He likes to lie next to me and rest his chin on my ankle.

He has helped me get through this stupid pandemic.  Not sure who I'm going to talk to now...  probably still Pierre.  I'm really going to miss him. I think it was George Carlin who called pets 'furry little tragedies'.  That's sure true.

Au revoir, my lovely Pierre.