There is *always* hope... (really random thoughts)

Bear with me, I'm sick working on inebriated (trying to get the two hats thing going on the bedpost)...

Taffy (male cat, don't hassle him.. he KNOWS he's a boy) is feeling better. He's on antibiotics, anti-cancer medication (basically rat-poison specific to the "bad" cells) and lots and lots of love.

Here's a picture of him. Right now I'm just happy he's feeling better. (and yes, I'm a lousy photographer). He's the white tom in front.

Proof positive that there are *real* people out there in internet-land; I responded to a post on CL, and met a real-live-person. I'm amazed (and pleased), but mostly amazed. OK, life isn't perfect but at least it's showing some upside. NO idea where this goes, but for right now... just not bouncing ideas off the underverse and having no response; is a REAL GOOD THING.

I gather that Hillary stepped into it, and her hubby didn't help much (on the campaign trail talking about MLK and Johnson); but since I'm not (insert any disadvantaged ethnic group here), I don't know $h!t about what they are upset about... (yet). Somebody will (undoubtedly) explain it to me, but for now... So I still like her over Obama, and only some of that based upon the past platforms (see latimes) http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/elections/ but then again...

Now, if we could only get out of Iraq with our dignity, but I don't have much hope. I wonder if GWB is going to get labelled in history as another in a long line of really bad presidents; but I don't have that much faith in the short term. We will see.

Meanwhile, my cats are doing better; and I have a cold.

Mal: We're still flying.
Simon: That's not much.
Mal: It's enough

The hard decisions

When I was a young man, my father made the hard decisions. While I was away at college, it was his task to take care of the dogs, and finally to take them to the vet when they were too sick to enjoy their senior doggyhood. It was his compassion that allowed him the strength.

I have four cats; three female and one male. Three are a legacy from my ex, and one from a friend. One is a hyperthyroid(ism) survivor, she putts around the house just fine these days, although I watch her for kidney disease. One has asthma and gets kitty steroids. And my guy, the one tom... has cancer. He's been treated with radiation therapy; but we all know how this must end. As long as the quality of his life is there... I'll fight for him. When it's not; then the decision that I must face will become inescapable.

I dread that day.

Tonight I was reminded that day may come soon. This summer, I just wanted to have him make it to Christmas. Now, (greedy?) I just want him to have his summer.

Tonight I read an article (from the LA Times) about the plight of old folk and the poor in the subway in Russia, and our inability to act.

I hope when the time comes, that I have the courage.

He's depending on me.