Apologies for my absence of late, things have not been going well lately. Here's a quick rundown:
- The heat is still on in my apartment, and so we and the other tenants in the building are boiling alive during the day. They won't be shutting it off until the long weekend in the latter half of the month, because policy, apparently.
- Face-off, the hobby shop my brother and I used to frequent, is closing. Somebody bought the building it's a part of, and they plan to demolish the whole thing, which includes all stores in it. The last day they're open is the 18th. The owner, Rob, will not be reopening in another location. I guess his aunt died recently so he has no help, so he's done. I haven't been there in months mostly because of work, but it's still sad to see it go. I might not see several buddies of mine again, since that's where we'd meet up on Saturdays to play YuGiOh cards or some other games. Hopefully I'm able to go there this Saturday before work to say hi, and farewell.
- My dad called four days ago on my brother's birthday, and mentioned that our grandmother (his mother) was back in the hospital. The doctors said they'd be surprised if she lasted past Monday. I arrived home just now to a message on our phone from him. While he only said that he'd call us again tomorrow, he sounded pretty distressed, so I'm going to assume the worst. I probably just lost my grandmother.
- Two days ago I got an email from my mom. She had to take one of our two cats, Tigger, to the vet - and she came home alone. She had to be put down. I guess her liver was ruined, probably from cancer, and she hadn't been eating at all. My mother says she was rubbing her ears the whole time until she passed, and used half a box of kleenex while she was there. The news hit me pretty hard, too. I've been crying on and off. Even now, I'm tearing up just writing about it. I haven't been to visit my mom or the cats in 6+ years now (though she came by to visit around two years ago now), so...I feel like I failed her. Those cats are like sisters to me, and I only visited them two or three times after mom and dad separated. Then my brother and I disappear for six years, only able to ask mom to pet them for us whenever we're finishing a phone call with her, and now one of them will never have the chance to see us again. And I won't be able to see her again, either. She was always so affectionate, and her purrs were among the loudest I've ever heard in a cat. Didn't like to be held or brushed, though. She really liked cans of coke, too - I'd hold my can down near her and she'd push the corner of her mouth into the bottom corner of the can, purring with her mouth open so it almost sounded like a snarl, and then she'd just start licking the condensation off the outside of the can. It was adorable. I'm going to miss her so much. This is the second pet I've lost, the first being our dog Apollo during my childhood, the year before we moved to Nova Scotia.
Tigger's sister, Misty, is healthy and well, but mom says she knows something's wrong. She was being more affectionate than usual to her, I guess. Those two cats have been together since they were born, though separated from the rest of their litter when they were adopted into our family. The fought often, but still cleaned each other and played together. No doubt Misty will be lonely with just my mom there now. I hope she doesn't wither away, I've heard that sibling pets can fall into depression when one of them goes, and stop eating. I don't want her to go before I get to see her again, too.
So...yeah. It's been real shitty lately. And it looks like it's only going to get worse.
Rest in peace, Tigger. You beautiful, slightly-chubby-but-oh-so-soft and purry thing, you. I will miss you dearly.
EDIT: Confirmed, my grandmother passed away last night.