My dad called me today. He was really really upset. Not angry, grieving.
One of his cats came to them years ago in really bad shape. He was young and he healed. For years he has been incredibly loving and sweet. A total snugglebunny, he adored snuggling down on a woman's chest. The bigger the better.
S was sick pretty often. He could only drink water from a running faucet. Mostly only in my parents' bathroom. He is on daily medications because he has always had some health issues.
They left gfgbro in charge. They let themselves forget that if you tell gfgbro that something is VERY IMPORTANT then he will do the opposite because he knows that it really isn't needed.
There were notes all over their bathroom when they left. Bro took them down because they looked "messy" and of course I put them up to make their house look awful. My dad even nailed little blocks onto the doors leading back to his bathroom so the door would not get shut and cut S off from the water.
Bro turned the water off. Kept it off. Made S stay outside because gfgbro didn't want to deal with fleas. Bro's dog was allowed to stay inside for hours and bro stopped treating him for fleas and heartworms about 6 months ago. The treatments are pesticides designed to shorten your pets' life span - a conspiracy between the breeders, pet food/product industry and the USDA. He has gone on about this for months. My parents home is, of course, filled with fleas from the dog.
By not letting S inside, and by not leaving the water on when he IS inside, S had a hard time.
He had a stroke today. They got him to the vet but there was nothing that could be done.
I will NEVER tell my folks that the stroke could very easily be caused by not allowing S to be in his own home and by not providing water for him. THAT would be uselessly casting blame and making gfgbro out to be a "monster". I feel so sorry for my dad. He adored that cat. Totally and truly.
This angers me greatly and saddens me even more. I will miss sharing a teeny dab of whipped cream with my S. It was our "thing". Just a teeny smidge of spray whip cream and a nice cuddle every time we saw each other. No more.
One of his cats came to them years ago in really bad shape. He was young and he healed. For years he has been incredibly loving and sweet. A total snugglebunny, he adored snuggling down on a woman's chest. The bigger the better.
S was sick pretty often. He could only drink water from a running faucet. Mostly only in my parents' bathroom. He is on daily medications because he has always had some health issues.
They left gfgbro in charge. They let themselves forget that if you tell gfgbro that something is VERY IMPORTANT then he will do the opposite because he knows that it really isn't needed.
There were notes all over their bathroom when they left. Bro took them down because they looked "messy" and of course I put them up to make their house look awful. My dad even nailed little blocks onto the doors leading back to his bathroom so the door would not get shut and cut S off from the water.
Bro turned the water off. Kept it off. Made S stay outside because gfgbro didn't want to deal with fleas. Bro's dog was allowed to stay inside for hours and bro stopped treating him for fleas and heartworms about 6 months ago. The treatments are pesticides designed to shorten your pets' life span - a conspiracy between the breeders, pet food/product industry and the USDA. He has gone on about this for months. My parents home is, of course, filled with fleas from the dog.
By not letting S inside, and by not leaving the water on when he IS inside, S had a hard time.
He had a stroke today. They got him to the vet but there was nothing that could be done.
I will NEVER tell my folks that the stroke could very easily be caused by not allowing S to be in his own home and by not providing water for him. THAT would be uselessly casting blame and making gfgbro out to be a "monster". I feel so sorry for my dad. He adored that cat. Totally and truly.
This angers me greatly and saddens me even more. I will miss sharing a teeny dab of whipped cream with my S. It was our "thing". Just a teeny smidge of spray whip cream and a nice cuddle every time we saw each other. No more.