Listening to the Voices in my Head

I did a bit of reading

I read that mini series on Apple+ was an Apple+ original.

I read what the mini series was and said Whohuhwha?

Said Apple+ Original was the same thing I had watched on Curiosity stream.

That's not very Apple+ original to me. How about you?

Loki is dying. Medication he's on is slowing the progression of the cancer.  But I did something stupid this morning.

I opened photo editing browser and began looking at his photos, starting from about 3 years ago. I was looking for anything that I might have missed, that I could have caught and had treated sooner before it became sarcoma.

I come across photos of him laying his head on my shin, and giving me a look of pure contentment, and I lost it. I remember how many times he would be upset that I had to get up and move. And also, how many times I would get annoyed.  He hasn't been doing it lately, and I miss it.  Then it hit me that I will soon be missing it forever.

Yeah, me, tough-assed bitch, falling apart over a cat. No, not just any cat, but my cat.

Loki is dying. Medication he's on is slowing the progression of the cancer.  But I did something stupid this morning.

I opened photo editing browser and began looking at his photos, starting from about 3 years ago. I was looking for anything that I might have missed, that I could have caught and had treated sooner before it became sarcoma.

I come across photos of him laying his head on my shin, and giving me a look of pure contentment, and I lost it. I remember how many times he would be upset that I had to get up and move. And also, how many times I would get annoyed.  He hasn't been doing it lately, and I miss it.  Then it hit me that I will soon be missing it forever.

Yeah, me, tough-assed bitch, falling apart over a cat. No, not just any cat, but my cat.

Loki is dying. Medication he's on is slowing the progression of the cancer.  But I did something stupid this morning.

I opened photo editing browser and began looking at his photos, starting from about 3 years ago. I was looking for anything that I might have missed, that I could have caught and had treated sooner before it became sarcoma.

I come across photos of him laying his head on my shin, and giving me a look of pure contentment, and I lost it. I remember how many times he would be upset that I had to get up and move. And also, how many times I would get annoyed.  He hasn't been doing it lately, and I miss it.  Then it hit me that I will soon be missing it forever.

Yeah, me, tough-assed bitch, falling apart over a cat. No, not just any cat, but my cat.

And the universe winds up, and throws another curveball

I can understand why I wasn't told earlier.  Seems my neighbors who were renting their house 'for a while' won't be coming back to Perth. There have already been realtors bugging Robin about letting someone have a walk through. I understand why, but hey, I am going to have a selfish moment and have a bit of a sob-fest.

I've lost all my friends in the U.S., I guess it's time for the ones in Australia to slowly fade away.

Pardon me, I will be the quivering ball of hopeless humanity in the corner.

You know those clothes you say

You'd never be caught dead in?  Well, I have some like that. More like had.  Been throwing them out bit by bit.  Been replacing them with thing I can actually wear. And wear out in public.

Al least I can say if I am caught dead in something I'm wearing, it will at least look good-ish

Isn't that just dandy

LiveJournal doesn't allow photo uploads to photostream via Semagic or Open Live Writer anymore.  And if you link a photograph in from a different blog, the colors are so washed out and dingy, they look like shit.

I can understand why a Russia owned blogging site will no longer allow uploads via 3rd party blogging software, but when I uploaded a photo to LJs photostream, and it turned out having the same washed out colors, it seems they don't want any photos uploaded?

Trance is gone.

Vet said it looks as if she had a new hemangiosarcoma mass in her liver that ruptured, and she bled internally. We were told this might happen, and we wouldn't know until it was too late. We didn't know. And it was too late.

Photo taken two days ago.

Rest in the arms of Bast.