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have a look at the poor fellow.â
He gently felt all over Angus and lifted up his legs. They just flopped back. Angus didnât make any more noises.
The vet sighed. He said, âIâm afraid there will be a lot of internal injury. I think the kindest thing all round would beââ
I just said, âNo.â
The vet looked at me. He shook his head.
I said, âPlease try, I love him.â
And the tears started plopping out of my eyes again.
I stroked Angusâs face and he did a bit of a growl again.
I said to the vet, âYou see?â
After a minute or two the vet said, âAlright, Iâll try, but Iâm being honest with you, cats donât often survive this sort of thing.â
He packed Angus in blankets and said he will give him X-rays and drips and anything he can at the surgery.
I said, âThank you.â
I didnât mean to but I gave him a hug.
And heâs got a beard.
vetâs surgery
Angus has bandages everywhere, even on his tail. He has not made any noise since the little one when I stroked his face. He is on a drip, and his tongue is lolling out.
But I am not annoyed about his tongue lolling out, I canât imagine being ever annoyed with him again about anything. If he will live he can have anything he wants.
I said that to Jas, who was still with me. I said, âWhen I get home I am going to pray for Angus to Baby Jesus, and if he will let Angus live, I will try to be a really good person.â And I included Jasâs fringe flicking in that. And my dadâs leather trousers. That is how serious it all was.
Angus was going to stay in the surgery overnight and the vet said I could come the next day as soon as they opened.
He looked tired and a bit sad. And now I noticed it he also looked very beardey. No, no, I donât want the tired and sad beardey vet, I want the handsome, thrusting ER vet who says, âIâve done it, heâs going to pull through. Have a nice day.â
Dr. Beardey said, âI want you to know that I love animals very much, and I know what he means to you, but it doesnât look good. If I keep him alive he will probably die in a few hours from something I canât fix.â
I just said, âHe is not going to die, that is a fact.â
Jas said sheâd come and stay with me at my house but I said no, I wanted to do some heavy praying. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek when she left. I know it was dark and a lezzie-free zone, but it was still nice of her.
thursday august 25th
dawn
I donât think I slept. I just nodded off now and again and then woke up and for a few moments life felt normal and then I remembered. Even Gordy, not world renowned for his caring, sympathetic nature, cuddled up next to me and didnât attack me once even when I moved my foot.
five minutes later
Gordy came and sat on my chest and looked at me with his yellow eyes. Well, one of his yellow eyes, the other one was glancing out of the window. Hewas looking at me, unblinking. Then he let out one of those strange croakey noises that makes him sound like he is a hundred-a-day smoking cat. And he leapt down from my bed.
I think he knows something.
I think he knows about Angus and he is on my side.
Even if he is a homosexualist half-cat half-dog, it doesnât matter. Love is all you need.
ten minutes later
Looking out of the window, Gordy is playing chase the bonio with the Prat brothers.
That is not right in anyoneâs book.
To think of his father lying in a vetâs surgery whilst his son scampers around with ridiculous poodles. He has no pridenosity.
five minutes later
I remembered my vow to Baby Jesus. About being a jolly good egg about everything.
Even very annoying things.
Deep breath andâlook, look at Gordy playing happily with other creatures made by God.
Alright, curly, annoying yappy creatures, butGodâs creatures nevertheless.
I mean, not many people like maggots, do
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