20 June 2009

As of yesterday, we are pet-less...the inimitable Mrs. Reagan has gone on to Valhalla, after a couple years of living with diabetes and then a final expensive (!!!) week of treatment for something or other (heart disease or cancer) that ended when she passed away under a shot of anaesthesia. Still, she had a good run. We took pictures because we thought we might have to put her down yesterday, it turns out she did the job for us! Great cat, possibly part Maine Coon (she was pushing 18 lbs and had a friendly dog-like disposition).

With our 1 year old, who could probably take a bit of credit for stress on the poor animal's heart:

Here she is getting suited up for her voyage to the Halls of Asgard, driven on by the Valkyries, there to reunite with her forbears again in Valhalla, toasting her fellow slain with great mazers of Mjød, awaiting Ragnarök:

In Memory:
Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live


Percussivity said...

If I am allowed to borrow from another mythology...

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it hears, and at the gate it moans.
What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Mrs. Reagan the Fair? She tarries and I grieve.
Ask not of me where she doth dwell- so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!
O Mrs. Reagan! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.

The Angry Coder said...

You could probably save Percussivity a few bucks in pet food now.

the gingerbread man said...

i dont know whether to say how awesome or how sad this post is.

The Irascible Neufonzola said...

Coder, sadly cannot...the food was special diabetic expensive stuff, so we just donated it back to the animal hospital.

Percussivity said...

I fear the coder may have been implying something else. I would hope not but I fear so.

Debtoneufer said...

Darn! You mean we could have saved $52 if we had donated her to Percussivity's dogs? NOW you tell us!

Mrs. Neuf, who likes to save money.

The Angry Coder said...

Mr. Neuf could've taken her for a "two went in, one came out" walk in the woods, spending all of $0.20 and then delivered the fresh meat to Mr. Percuss. Savings all the way around! The monies saved could then have been used to brew more beer for the next movie event.