the world turned upsidedown
the demolition of my world
Toward the end of 2020, my father died. It was awful but expected.
Three weeks later, my other father died. I say other father because he taught me 1800th century rudimental drumming at a time when my parents were going through an ugly divorce. I was 11 years old. He became my mentor and later my father-in-law.
While feeling sorry for myself, I noticed that my cat Marcy had lost an alarming amount of weight. I took her to the vet who told me she had about a week to live. A definite diagnosis was not possible because their blood work machine was offline.
I took Marcy home and had 24 hours to self medicate with wine. The word came in that Marcy had stage 4 kidney failure. This was the straw that broke my back. The vet office prepared a kit for Marcy so I could give her subcutaneous fluid to keep her comfortable. I just had to pick it up.
The kit included appetite stimulant medicine. A nurse suggested that if we could get her to eat, we could get her on a kidney care diet.
I decided to pick up that kit for Marcy. I scooped up Mansfield and told him “we’re going to save your sister!”.
Later I find myself in the Williston police barracks being processed for DUI. All I accomplished was delaying Marcy’s comfort kit for a few days. The police report mentions that I had asked if Mansfield was ok.
Mansfield left us on 2022/10/20. He was so brave about it. I’m very proud of him. I believe he’s an Angel. Maybe we all are.