It has been hot and muggy here and Renzo really seemed at death's door: terribly gaunt, no appetite. But then he suddenly bounced back and spend the night wandering around in the garden (down two flights of steep stairs) and came back purring with his fur smelling of new grass, and with a mighty appetite. It is very hard to know... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_years He is approximately 96 in human terms. Other tables I saw were ridiculous, comparing a one-year-old cat to a seven-year-old human, when cats one or even younger have reached puberty (that is they can have or beget kittens, but like human ados they aren't fully sexually mature, and immature female cats have a lot of problems bringing up their kittens).
I just received word that a Very Important Person from my past has died unexpectedly, from complications following surgery this weekend.
He was the husband of the advisor of my Girl Scout troop when I was in high school, and the 40 girls in our troop called him Pa Hen, because we called his wife Ma Hen (because she clucked over us like a mother hen). He was also the father of my first serious boyfriend, whose sister has been a good - though seldom seen - friend all my life. "Pa" was a sort of second father to me during a few of my most difficult years.
While I am in shock and very sad for the family, I am also wondering if his sudden death might not be a better way to go than the prolonged downward spiral and indignities suffered by those who live "too long". My Dad certainly wanted to die before he finally managed to pull it off....
I am also wondering if his sudden death might not be a better way to go than the prolonged downward spiral and indignities suffered by those who live "too long". My Dad certainly wanted to die before he finally managed to pull it off....
Your post here says it all, Kimby. Every adult has seen someone they care for go down the spiral and no-one wants it for themselves
"The Old Man's Friend" was the name given to severe respiratory diseases, like pneumonia, in the pre-antibiotic days. Once antibiotics became common, the elderly patient would be admitted to hospital, intensely cared for, itself an uncomfortable process and sent home with a container of the latest pills...only to have it happen all over again in a few weeks. Once there was a sweet old chap admitted as above. His family doctor and he had been friends for years but the doctor was away on leave. He returned, and was doing his rounds just as his patient was ready to leave for home.
"What happened to you?" he asked the patient.
"I got the bronchitis again and then I knew I had a touch of the pneumonia. Phoned your surgery and they sent a young locum, all gung-ho, who had me admitted here. By the time they had done their tests and such I was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep forever."
" Do you mean sleep forever as in die in your sleep, old friend?" the doctor asked.
"Sure do, I've had a good life but now it is getting too much and I am ready to go" came the reply.
"Well, you don't need these any more then," said the doctor pocketing the containers of antibiotics. "Call me if you ever want to chat."
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