|Am I like a bastardized version of an "Angel of Death", or something?
||[Mar. 9th, 2011|02:12 pm]
"Everything happens for a reason."
Yeah, in the sense like when a kid takes a magnifying glass to an ant mound.
Animals are so helpless than when it comes to humans in the fact they can't just walk themselves to medical care when something is wrong, or whatever. I take their deaths harder, more often, than humans... it's odd?
I think I just need to stop caring about anyone and anything, especially when it comes to trying to help them survive. Not go into healthcare jobs, etc. I swear I am bad luck.
And so on.
My cat Blackie died last night. We had (by our standards, anyway) a mild flea infestation in the sense that it didn't permeate the house. But it hit the cats themselves harder than we realized. The last time we had a flea problem was probably at least 6 or 8 years ago, and that was a really bad one. I just don't remember that one affecting the cats as bad; but then again, we were feeding them more wet food back then (I had no idea how much water animals actually get from wet food). We cut down on wet food in recent years because of costs, but now we realized the error in that.
Among a couple of other things, the flea problem this time made many of our cats lose weight due to dehydration. We only lapsed one month on monthly treatments, too. But anyway, once we finally bought more and put it on the cats, they all perked up including the ones who seemed to be doing bad. Except Blackie.
And I couldn't save him in time. He was old, about 14... but when I told the vet when he called this morning the same thing I said in the previous paragraph, he said there may have been other underlying things, but still. He just didn't deserve to die that way, kind of like my dad.
But I digress.