mococo
Active Member
Dear D’Artagnan’s Diabetes.
Though we’ve only been together in a “facebook official” capacity since February and you’ve seen this coming, but I’m telling you now, it’s over. We are done, thanks for playing.
But let’s be honest with each other, no breakup is ever that easy. We still have some feelings to deal with, some residual guilt, stuff to get out in the air.
You are the kind of bad boy that mama always warned me about, you tossed me around for some real highs and lows, and literally. I always had to pony up the cash in this relationship, and you were never cheap, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that you may come around again, and I can’t put a restraining order out there for you to stop that. You came on so hard and fast, and next thing I know, you were ubiquitous, filling every corner and crevice of my life. You dictated my sleep, my relationship with others, when I went out, what food was in the house, when I start listing it out like this, you really do sound like a controlling maniacal freak.
It really sucked never getting to sleep in, always being the cat lady, starting every conversation with the bf by saying “what’s cat’s bg?” yeah that’s romantic. Speaking of romance, we had to trade dinners out, drinks with friends, sushi, and parties, for thai take out, tapas deliveries and dinners in interrupted by the beep of a glucometer. How insane is it that ever dinner party we’ve had has been interrupted by you? That is no way to spend your 20s or your first year living together, two plus one kitty is enough, but you dear D’Artagnan’s Diabetes, you made four- and we only have a one bedroom apartment- Over Occupancy. You’ve been evicted. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. So yes, I am glad to see you gone, leave, don’t come back.
And then these little pangs of guilt come creeping up for saying that. It’s unfair to cast you as the villain in this play. Because of you, I learned a lot more about my cat. Probably more than I ever would have otherwise. I learned what each little meow means, how to interpret his patterns and behaviors, what is normal for him and what isn’t. I learned way more about feline nutrition than what I was learning from the shiny marketing packages, back of the cereal box. As he got healthier, he became this extraordinary fun, playful, active cat. He always had a knack for trouble, he was always way too smart for his own good, but the cat I see now all the time is the cat I only ever saw in bits before. And that wouldn’t have happened unless you had happened. We now get along better, he’s learned more commands and tricks (all in the name of food), we’ve pulled all nighters together to test bg levels, we’ve fretted together when he wasn’t eating, tried a buffet line of wet foods to find what worked, made wet food kitty appetizers to make the food switch, I’ve learned so much about what my cat likes and doesn’t like, how resilient he is, what he will tolerate and do just because he trusts me.
You are the reason I have this awesome support group. You showed me what a kick ass bf I have, who would wake up early on weekends so I could sleep, or who would stay up testing with me, and take my midday phone calls and text that always read “poke a kitty?” Not to be forgotten he took that poor sick kitty on the CTA to go in for an initial evaluation and testing at the vet hours before the blizzard hit, and then trekked out during the blizzard to get him tinned food, all while I was out of town. Then followed up with the best Valentine’s Day present ever and surprised me by paying half that ungodly vet bill. Without you I would have never found FDMB, and let’s face it without them, we would still be in a very twisted relationship; there are no words to describe what they have done for me.
So how can I really be that mad at you? Dealing with you gave me my cat back and showed me that I can pretty much pull through anything. But all relationships, the good, great, bad, and ugly, come to an end. I won’t be listening to all the usual breakup songs, but D’Artagnan’s Diabetes I will give you one: Tom Petty said it best- don’t come round here no more.
-Mo, Kev, and the Frenchman.
Though we’ve only been together in a “facebook official” capacity since February and you’ve seen this coming, but I’m telling you now, it’s over. We are done, thanks for playing.
But let’s be honest with each other, no breakup is ever that easy. We still have some feelings to deal with, some residual guilt, stuff to get out in the air.
You are the kind of bad boy that mama always warned me about, you tossed me around for some real highs and lows, and literally. I always had to pony up the cash in this relationship, and you were never cheap, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that you may come around again, and I can’t put a restraining order out there for you to stop that. You came on so hard and fast, and next thing I know, you were ubiquitous, filling every corner and crevice of my life. You dictated my sleep, my relationship with others, when I went out, what food was in the house, when I start listing it out like this, you really do sound like a controlling maniacal freak.
It really sucked never getting to sleep in, always being the cat lady, starting every conversation with the bf by saying “what’s cat’s bg?” yeah that’s romantic. Speaking of romance, we had to trade dinners out, drinks with friends, sushi, and parties, for thai take out, tapas deliveries and dinners in interrupted by the beep of a glucometer. How insane is it that ever dinner party we’ve had has been interrupted by you? That is no way to spend your 20s or your first year living together, two plus one kitty is enough, but you dear D’Artagnan’s Diabetes, you made four- and we only have a one bedroom apartment- Over Occupancy. You’ve been evicted. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. So yes, I am glad to see you gone, leave, don’t come back.
And then these little pangs of guilt come creeping up for saying that. It’s unfair to cast you as the villain in this play. Because of you, I learned a lot more about my cat. Probably more than I ever would have otherwise. I learned what each little meow means, how to interpret his patterns and behaviors, what is normal for him and what isn’t. I learned way more about feline nutrition than what I was learning from the shiny marketing packages, back of the cereal box. As he got healthier, he became this extraordinary fun, playful, active cat. He always had a knack for trouble, he was always way too smart for his own good, but the cat I see now all the time is the cat I only ever saw in bits before. And that wouldn’t have happened unless you had happened. We now get along better, he’s learned more commands and tricks (all in the name of food), we’ve pulled all nighters together to test bg levels, we’ve fretted together when he wasn’t eating, tried a buffet line of wet foods to find what worked, made wet food kitty appetizers to make the food switch, I’ve learned so much about what my cat likes and doesn’t like, how resilient he is, what he will tolerate and do just because he trusts me.
You are the reason I have this awesome support group. You showed me what a kick ass bf I have, who would wake up early on weekends so I could sleep, or who would stay up testing with me, and take my midday phone calls and text that always read “poke a kitty?” Not to be forgotten he took that poor sick kitty on the CTA to go in for an initial evaluation and testing at the vet hours before the blizzard hit, and then trekked out during the blizzard to get him tinned food, all while I was out of town. Then followed up with the best Valentine’s Day present ever and surprised me by paying half that ungodly vet bill. Without you I would have never found FDMB, and let’s face it without them, we would still be in a very twisted relationship; there are no words to describe what they have done for me.
So how can I really be that mad at you? Dealing with you gave me my cat back and showed me that I can pretty much pull through anything. But all relationships, the good, great, bad, and ugly, come to an end. I won’t be listening to all the usual breakup songs, but D’Artagnan’s Diabetes I will give you one: Tom Petty said it best- don’t come round here no more.
-Mo, Kev, and the Frenchman.