Seamus is Sick by Leslie Monk
Seamus Has Left The Building
7 Oct 04
Seamus spent the last week ignoring his food. He would disappear under the tree in the garden, just laying there regardless of the weather. Life was just evaporating out of him. Margaret gave him a steroid shot to promote his appetite, but half way through the day, I realised that all was lost. I called Mrs. Monk and she came home from school to be with him on his last one-way journey to the vet.
Mrs Monk was inconsolable in the waiting room.
Margaret was unavailable, so another lady vet and a young lady nurse took on the task.
They looked to me to express our wishes. Without saying one coherent word of instruction to the vet, she took it as given and handed me a green form to sign.
We were given the option to stay and watch or say our goodbyes and get the hell out of there. We gave different answers simultaneously; Mrs Monk wanted to stay.
The vet and the nurse started to prepare Seamus, but events got the better of me.
Three woman, two of them strangers, had seen my welling eyes. I got out of there without saying goodbye.
The Story of Seamus and other cats will be serialised on these pages, but if you cannot wait for the whole story you may read all about it here in one helping.
Seamus is Sick