The Kitty Trials
I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.
A slow death is not for me. I don't do anything slow, not even breathe.
-Lance Armstrong, It's Not About the Bike
I spoke too soon when I previously mentioned to let the trials come. This evening, after trouncing a $20 SNG table at 'Stars, I went out for a grueling 7-mile run on my Middlebear H-Loop course, the first time in a while that I tackled it.
I came home and there was a message from my mom on my cell phone. I knew immediately what it was. I dialed my folks but accidentally called my dad's cell phone. His voice was crystal clear, although he was in Dubai. I didn't even know you could call someone in Dubai on a regular cell phone.
My Maui grandfather passed away. It wasn't any real surprise, as he had been slowing down last year when me and Gnome went to his farm. This year he had gotten worse, sort of like Junior in the last episode of The Sopranos. Everyone thought it would be a while though, there would be some time left.
But that's how it goes.
While I was talking to my dad, Kuro, the franchise kitty, came by me. This time I noticed something strange on his behind, so while I was talking to my dad, I grabbed up the kitty. He has developed some kind of growth near his groin that reminded me of how Lance Armstrong described his testicular cancer. The difference is, of course, is that Kuro was neutered.
I drove out to an emergency vet clinic out in Middle Tucker (always Middle Tucker!) but quickly realized there was nothing they could do then that would help my poor kitty -- I busted out of there and am planning to hit up my vet later on this morning. Kuro was in good spirits, he was walking around and meowing, so hopefully whatever he has on his groin isn't in a bad stage yet.
Surprisingly, I feel pretty calm about all this. I guess neither of these situations was a surprise -- poor Kuro is past his warranty and he's lived for more than 5 years longer than his sister, Lahaina, who died of a congenital heart defect when she was 3. At the same time, the poor cat represents a lot of the modern me.
Other than making sure poor Kuro gets good medical care and love, this is out of my hands -- I have to see this thing through to the river, and hopefully not the river Styx.
At the same time, I'm going to have to be there for my mom, especially as my dad returns from the other side of the world. It is a terrible fielder's choice. I hope that years from now, I understand -- and accept -- the decision I'm going to have to make in the days ahead.