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Jul. 23rd, 2002 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinAs soon as I got home from work today, I hung my purse and my bookbag on one of the dining room chairs and promptly threw open several windows. The air even smells sweeter, it is so cool and non-humid. It's lovely out; the sun is dappling through the trees and the coolness is washing through the apartment in delightful puffs and wisps.
Thank you to the many who sent along caring and supportive messages about Gromit. They were really appreciated, and helped soothe the grief and helplessness I was feeling. I am more grounded now in that this was the right thing to do, because at the time I was not really sure. When they drugged her, I nearly had a panic attack right there -- what if I was wrong? What if I was killing an animal that should have lived until -- what? The cancer consumed her? Why would anyone or any creature want to go through that? I still feel very strange that I made that decision for her. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, being party to playing God like that. Let's hope I don't have to do it again any time soon.
There was a man on the bus today, probably in his eighties, wearing ugly plaid slacks, held up by suspenders. His body was generally thin, except for his middle which was paunched in that collapsed solid sort of way that older humans can get. The back belt loops on his pants were wrapped with tape. He wore a straw hat, and carried a shoulder bag with a large flap to close it. To my curiosity, he also had what looked like a cardboard tube, wrapped in tape or some sort of covering, and a long string run through it, tied so that it could hang around his neck. As he sat down, he shifted his bag over and gripped the tube with his right hand. His eyes were a pale blue, and his head seemed large in proportion to the rest of his body.
Thank you to the many who sent along caring and supportive messages about Gromit. They were really appreciated, and helped soothe the grief and helplessness I was feeling. I am more grounded now in that this was the right thing to do, because at the time I was not really sure. When they drugged her, I nearly had a panic attack right there -- what if I was wrong? What if I was killing an animal that should have lived until -- what? The cancer consumed her? Why would anyone or any creature want to go through that? I still feel very strange that I made that decision for her. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, being party to playing God like that. Let's hope I don't have to do it again any time soon.
There was a man on the bus today, probably in his eighties, wearing ugly plaid slacks, held up by suspenders. His body was generally thin, except for his middle which was paunched in that collapsed solid sort of way that older humans can get. The back belt loops on his pants were wrapped with tape. He wore a straw hat, and carried a shoulder bag with a large flap to close it. To my curiosity, he also had what looked like a cardboard tube, wrapped in tape or some sort of covering, and a long string run through it, tied so that it could hang around his neck. As he sat down, he shifted his bag over and gripped the tube with his right hand. His eyes were a pale blue, and his head seemed large in proportion to the rest of his body.
