You Know Your Day Sucks When

Before I begin, I want everyone to laugh at this post, enjoy the humor, because my furry friend Leonard would have wanted that way! To complete my blog title, it goes like this, "you know your day sucks when you try to wake up a dead cat"! Come on, it IS funny! You know, a couple of months ago I took Leonard to the vet, and he came back home. I didn't actually agree with the decision, but none the less, he was back and I thought there must be a reason. Leonard was older than dirt, seriously. He was way over 20 years old. Yesterday morning, I had made the decision, that such an awesome cat as Leonard, didn't need to lose his manhood, the bad ass cat he was, and I was going to take him to the vets to have him put to sleep. So, when I went out to the sunroom to get him, I truly did try to wake up a dead cat! There is some peace to be found that Leonard died in his sleep at home. I thought I could pick him up, put him in the carrier and take him to the vets, but I couldn't. I think that is where it must suck to be a male. My boy Bryce wrapped him in one of my beach towels and placed him in the cat carrier. Yep, me and my dead cat, cruising to the vets with the sunroof open thinking about what a great cat he was. Leonard found me, I didn't find him. My oh so wonderful ex-husband had just made his exit as I told him to make sure the door didn't hit him in the ass on his way out! Brande, and her friend Jamie, were out in front of the house one day shortly after that. And out of nowhere, this old tiger tomcat shows up. Leonard was OLD when he showed up 12 years ago. At first I wasn't interested in another cat, but Leonard was determined. With chunks of his ears gone from obviously fighting with other cats, he earned his keep. I came home to find dead rats, mice, lizards, bugs and a variety of other dead things on my doormat. I think Brande and Jamie named him Leonard, it just fit. When I sold the house that once was our family home in the way too fancy neighborhood for me, I remember throwing Leonard in the car for the ride to his new digs! He quickly became everyone's favorite in the new neighborhood. Dogs on walks, always went out of their way to stay away from Leonard because they sensed he would kick their ass. As he got even older, yes if that was possible, he became a house cat, and actually loved it. He was always a weird cat, I mean, come on, how many cats love Corona! I've had cats my entire life, all rescues. And they were all very special to me, yet a couple really stood out. Oprah was a tough one to lose. It's okay to laugh, yes she was black and she was named that in a non-discriminatory way. But when it was her time, I did what was right. I took her to the vet because it was her time to go and I didn't want her to suffer. And how can Leonard not be remembered. The Facebook Fan page cat, the cat that loved Corona's, and the cat that loved and adored Riley. They were buddies forever, and I DO mean forever. He would tolerate her dressing him up in doll clothes without ever scratching her or biting. And occasionally when she got a bit too rough with him, he would nip her. And Riley would be devastated, sobbing, because her bestfriend had nipped her. Brande is in Canada right now on the Lilith tour. I texted her yesterday morning, telling her what happened, and I was worried about Riley. She said that we shouldn't tell Riley until she is fifteen years old!! We all agree on that one. The story isn't quite over yet. When I went into the vets office early yesterday morning with Leonard and told the short fat ass little b*tch receptionist what happened she looked at me and said this: "there is a $20 disposal fee". I bit my tongue because when I get really angry, I don't hold back. But please know, I'm NOT done with her, seriously! I've ONLY just begun!! So do me one favor. Give your furry friends a big hug in Leonard's memory. He loved Corona, so next time you have your drink of choice, give the old guy a toast, he truly deserves it! I will truly miss you my friend!!