Well...this past week has tested the rigidity of my character, the will to go against my otherwise normally pessimistic, misanthropic views and provide a little solace and optimism to prevent a nervous breakdown. The affair? My cat. Rewind the clock a few years, I never would've assumed such of myself, but when time slows down, the world races around you, all you can do is convince yourself the nuclear blast will not rip all of your skin off, and leave some things in place.
Yes, animals, cats in particular hold a good chunk of emotional fibre in this crazy world of mine. Crazy. A fairly severe case of pancreatitis will do a number to a person, even if they manage to catch it quickly, in between sessions of ripping sensations in all your gastrointestinal tract, vomiting bile and well, the other end a bit less formal.
To a cat, everything is relative and ambiguous. From their perspective instincts call into overdrive, the nervous system gives only to pain, and any attempt to rectify the situation causes excessive stress. How do you know how you'll react in a certain situation? Calling into a hypothetical only gets you an unrealistic assumption. You think you can deal, you can handle anything, then you get attached to something other people see as ornamental, an accessory for your lifestyle. I suppose that's what irritates me most. I'm nearly the $3000 mark, but I haven't slowed my pace. I wasn't going to have them euthanize a part of my life because I couldn't afford it. Fuck that and fuck the people who think animals are that insignificant. I'm not a hippy or a member of PETA. I just have an element of respect for a responsibility I took on and I managed to save my cat from death and excruciating pain.
So that's my update, my time being a hero to one small creature who's now in recovery.
Yes, animals, cats in particular hold a good chunk of emotional fibre in this crazy world of mine. Crazy. A fairly severe case of pancreatitis will do a number to a person, even if they manage to catch it quickly, in between sessions of ripping sensations in all your gastrointestinal tract, vomiting bile and well, the other end a bit less formal.
To a cat, everything is relative and ambiguous. From their perspective instincts call into overdrive, the nervous system gives only to pain, and any attempt to rectify the situation causes excessive stress. How do you know how you'll react in a certain situation? Calling into a hypothetical only gets you an unrealistic assumption. You think you can deal, you can handle anything, then you get attached to something other people see as ornamental, an accessory for your lifestyle. I suppose that's what irritates me most. I'm nearly the $3000 mark, but I haven't slowed my pace. I wasn't going to have them euthanize a part of my life because I couldn't afford it. Fuck that and fuck the people who think animals are that insignificant. I'm not a hippy or a member of PETA. I just have an element of respect for a responsibility I took on and I managed to save my cat from death and excruciating pain.
So that's my update, my time being a hero to one small creature who's now in recovery.