Last of the last
Aug. 31st, 2010 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sienamysticAll that remains at the old apartment are cleaning supplies, which I'll pick up tonight after doing a little more cleaning and taking photos to prove how we left the place. It'll be good to be done with this. While we've managed it all on schedule, making endless trips with endless boxes has been its special little form of torture.
So very tired. And in the grips of the "now what" that always happens once you complete a big project. Lots of sore muscles.
And god, poor Bemo. He had something Very Not Good happen today and called me at about ten this morning, gutted.
Driving from our apartment, he came upon a cat that had been hit by a car on the side of the road. He was able to pick it up, half-afraid it would try to bite him out of pain, but it didn't, and it was aware enough to nuzzle him and respond to him gently stroking its head. He picked it up and took it to our vet, but the poor thing died in his arms as he was walking in the door.
Irresponsible owners just make me rage. Our neighborhood is reasonably quiet, with lots of houses and back yards, but just because the streets are side streets don't mean people don't speed, and...well, this happens. And I hate it, and I hate that Bemo encountered this, although I'm so glad he did all he could, even if it wasn't enough for the poor grey fuzzball he tried his best to save.
Sigh.
So very tired. And in the grips of the "now what" that always happens once you complete a big project. Lots of sore muscles.
And god, poor Bemo. He had something Very Not Good happen today and called me at about ten this morning, gutted.
Driving from our apartment, he came upon a cat that had been hit by a car on the side of the road. He was able to pick it up, half-afraid it would try to bite him out of pain, but it didn't, and it was aware enough to nuzzle him and respond to him gently stroking its head. He picked it up and took it to our vet, but the poor thing died in his arms as he was walking in the door.
Irresponsible owners just make me rage. Our neighborhood is reasonably quiet, with lots of houses and back yards, but just because the streets are side streets don't mean people don't speed, and...well, this happens. And I hate it, and I hate that Bemo encountered this, although I'm so glad he did all he could, even if it wasn't enough for the poor grey fuzzball he tried his best to save.
Sigh.
