"Cream Corn? I asked for no cream corn!"
Go Mrs. Tremont.(Twin Peaks)
I got a call from my mum yesterday. She told me all about Milo's incontenence and how I might want to think about putting Milo down. My first inclination was to turn this into mom playing a mind game with me-- When she'd said if I came to see Milo more often she could see keeping him around longer.
Noelle has offered her support and empathy. And I'm very grateful for it.
Jim and I had a discussion about it...He didn't say it specifically, but indirectly he got me to thinking about it more. It's not about mom winning out or whether or not mom will manipulate me and Milo. It's about accepting the fact that Milo's reaching the end of his life cycle here in this plane. And whether or not Milo's in any pain. This is about Milo. Whether or not he's miserable and in pain. What's best for him. Not a power struggle between me and mom.
'sfunny. I kept talking about how I was sure mom'd be bugging me about putting Milo down and Jim turned to me and said: "Were you wanting me to put him down for you?" Almost as though he thought I was trying to indirectly ask him to. (He had put Momma Rat down for me a couple years back when she developed a mamary tumor) And instead, it helps me realize what this is about-- It's about Milo. My boy. My old man.
In other news, the novel's coming along swimmingly. Just fleshing out the townsfolk. Fleshing. ha ha. ANYway...
We had a raccoon outside last night. About the size of a cat. Chico thought he might take the raccoon on, lurching forward and then back. I step out, knowing that it would turn out bad if Chico got into a scuffle with the little critter. It must've been moving cuz it made a beeline to the other side of Sarah's car and then it was gone. Chico was mystified to say the least, but I corraled him inside and advised him to forget about it. That raccoon would've had Chico for lunch. Nevermind the possibility of rabies.
I got a call from my mum yesterday. She told me all about Milo's incontenence and how I might want to think about putting Milo down. My first inclination was to turn this into mom playing a mind game with me-- When she'd said if I came to see Milo more often she could see keeping him around longer.
Noelle has offered her support and empathy. And I'm very grateful for it.
Jim and I had a discussion about it...He didn't say it specifically, but indirectly he got me to thinking about it more. It's not about mom winning out or whether or not mom will manipulate me and Milo. It's about accepting the fact that Milo's reaching the end of his life cycle here in this plane. And whether or not Milo's in any pain. This is about Milo. Whether or not he's miserable and in pain. What's best for him. Not a power struggle between me and mom.
'sfunny. I kept talking about how I was sure mom'd be bugging me about putting Milo down and Jim turned to me and said: "Were you wanting me to put him down for you?" Almost as though he thought I was trying to indirectly ask him to. (He had put Momma Rat down for me a couple years back when she developed a mamary tumor) And instead, it helps me realize what this is about-- It's about Milo. My boy. My old man.
In other news, the novel's coming along swimmingly. Just fleshing out the townsfolk. Fleshing. ha ha. ANYway...
We had a raccoon outside last night. About the size of a cat. Chico thought he might take the raccoon on, lurching forward and then back. I step out, knowing that it would turn out bad if Chico got into a scuffle with the little critter. It must've been moving cuz it made a beeline to the other side of Sarah's car and then it was gone. Chico was mystified to say the least, but I corraled him inside and advised him to forget about it. That raccoon would've had Chico for lunch. Nevermind the possibility of rabies.
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