And So It Goes

We took Sophie to the vet Tuesday. It turns out that she died of heart disease called Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. It usually affects cats in middle age (which she was) and is believed to have a genetic component, and it results in sudden heart failure. She did not suffer. I want to write a longer post about the kind of companion Sophie was, but I haven’t felt up to it. We miss her. I keep looking for her out of the corner of my eye. Stella realizes an absence, though I don’t notice any distress in her. She’s always been affectionate, and she seems more affectionate now (needier of petting), though that may simply be me projecting human cognition of loss on her.

Instead I’ve been sleeping a lot, and when I’m not asleep I’ve been knitting. I finished up a felted handbag that I started making March 29. We also had another doctor appointment, the second trimester ultrasound. The baby is doing well. Oh, and we decided on a name for when people ask if we’ve named her yet. I’ve told people her name is Fait Accompli Harper. Then I enjoy the look on their faces when they’ve processed this and realize I’m teasing them.

I also realized that my long hair, which Husband loves, was driving me batty. When you’re pregnant you stop shedding hair, and I already have a lot of it, which makes it heavy and thick. Oh sure, when it’s long you can brush it and pull it back; no styling required. But it takes forever to dry and is a pain to comb out. I’m feeling more ungainly these days, and I wanted some part of my body to feel lighter and more svelte. I got a new style which I love (much to Husband’s dismay), and I’ll take a photo at some point. In the meantime, I’ve posted a photo of me in my 20th week of pregnancy (before haircut). Click to see it.

week 21
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7 Comments on “And So It Goes”

  1. Liora Says:

    Lookin like a proud mama-to-be. Shiny hair, too.

  2. Laurel Says:

    Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy stole one of the stupidest and therefore most loveable cats I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing from me.


    He was 2 going on 3 when he was euthanized. So so young for a cat. He started panting one night and never breathed normally after that. Took him to the vet the next day, he was diagnosed after an overnight stay and then I got the call. No cure. No way to even make the poor guy comfortable. So he was put to sleep.

    I still feel extreme guilt for not being there when it occurred.

    He was so easy going and loved the company of everyone. I know he wasn’t afraid of being handled by the vet techs
    or the vet. (geez, I just realized the vet that put Junior down is dead too now…) It’s not like with Elmo. I’ll have to hold him. I’ll HAVE to. He’ll be so damned terrified just being there. I can’t stand to think about that right now.

    I just wish I’d been brave enough to be there for Junior in his final moments. I should’ve held him, ya know?

    Incidentally, that same disease is the disease that…

    oh, hey, that’s kind of personal and I should’nt post that kind of stuff out here in the wide open unprivate world of cyberspace.

    Maybe I’ll email you.

    You’re lucky to have had her as long as you did, K. My vet told me that most cats die by the time they’re 4 years old, and usually well before that when diagnosed with this particular disease.

  3. donna Says:

    You look wonderful, and I’m glad you and the baby are doing well. Take care.

  4. Joyce Says:

    I’m so sorry about your darling, Sophie. There is no filling the little kitty-shaped hole such a being leaves in your heart when they go.

  5. Teri Says:

    Congrats on being such a beautiful mama to be. I recently discovered your blog, and really enjoy it.

    So sorry to hear about Sophie.

  6. Shirl Says:

    It is good that you found out what Sophie’s ailment was.

    I LOVE the baby’s In-waiting name. Too cute!

    Looking mighty fine!

  7. la peregrina Says:

    Proud momma. 🙂