I don’t want to talk about it. It still hurts too much and I’m having trouble not to cry, so rather not. I only want to tell that Kirby died yesterday morning. He was 2 years and 3 months old. :cry:

Sometimes you discover those crazy things, that you really didn’t expect. Like yesterday, I had a fun thing with Nightlife. I like to fiddle, in my game too. Changing the CAS scene (where you create Sims) is no exception. So I thought I’d change CAS. I wanted a CAS in Nightlife style. Change some walls, add a floor, disco lights and not to forget a DJ booth. After saving and replacing I got back in the game, and what did I see? CAS works like a community lot because as I said, I placed a DJ booth in it, and of course, my Sim was not alone. There was a DJ, a real DJ behind the booth. How funny! I made a picture of it immediately and sent it to EA

Great things, all those translators.. But erm, my site isn’t translated all that well. And that’s not because of my way of typing

Check: Babelfish!

Maybe I should translate the site to English, French, German, Spanish and possibly Luxembourgian.. Seems better At last translation is done in a breeze..

But erm, future plans

Last weekend (Saturday to be precise) I got a shocking phone call from my mother. Like many friends know we’re not always swimming in cash, but luckily I had some at hand now.

I was preparing dinner. Just as we sat down to eat, I got the phone call from my mother. She was panicking and told that Kirby couldn’t walk anymore (his backside was dragging behind him). It only started that day and got worse by the minute.

In the end it turned out she had no money left, so I took some money out of my account so she could go to the vet. It turned out Kirby had struvite. He just made it, because the bladder shouldn’t be larger than 1-3 cm in size, and it was 6 cm. The bladder was about to explode and that would have been the end of it.

The vet sent my mother home in between, because Kirby had already had 5 anesthesia shots and was screaming his lungs out. When my mother came to collect Kirby he was really woozy (because of the anesthesia). But he was alive!

Kirby is doing a little bit better now. He is still woozy, but recovering and you can see the rascal in him is waking up again. I can’t cope with it, losing another cat, that would be the second this year. That’s too many!

Kirby will probably remain ill the rest of his life, though he does get special food which should make things better. As long as he takes his medicine (he doesn’t like that much though, which cat does?) and sticks to the special food.

I was really happy to see Kirby, although he looked a little ‘dead’ Saturday evening, which frightened me and made me think of Gizmo, who I think died of the same disease last March. Gizmo was suddenly ill as well. The vet here in Etten-Leur didn’t want to help us. It was Sunday and they said we didn’t care about Gizmo if we called on a Sunday night. Then why for God’s sake do we call? Because we like that he’s deadly ill? We called another vet and he wanted to help us, but not until the next morning. At least a vet who did want to help.

I stayed awake during the night, looking after Gizmo, but he died at half past 2 at night, while I was begging to fight just a little bit longer. I cried a lot. It feels terrible when a cat, half in coma, dies in your arms and you can’t do anything about it.

It still hurts..