I wasn’t going to make this week’s TWD recipe, but I’m having a really tough week and I thought it would get my mind off things. Between job problems and family problems, you could say that all around things aren’t going very well. But the real topper to all of this is that we had to put our beloved cat, Victoria, to sleep on Friday.
She was in the advance stages of kidney failure. It was so far gone that any treatment would have only prolonged her life a few weeks, maybe months. In retrospect, we believe her kidney problems have been going on for at least 5 years but just never showed up on any of the tests that we ran. Through changes to her diet, we were lucky enough to slow down the progression of the disease. But on Friday, our luck ran out. So we made the decision that all pet owners dread – one that we didn’t think we were going to have to make for a few more years at least.
I originally began this post detailing the events of the day. While it proved to be therapeutic for me, I don’t think it celebrated her life. So I scrapped it and instead am only writing about the good memories. I dedicate this post today to the memory of all pets. Please feel free to share your stories.
Miss Victoria was my husband’s cat and always treated me with apprehension as I was “the other woman”. Prim and proper, she pranced around showing everyone how beautiful she was, enticing people to pet her. And she’d allow it for maybe a second and then, with a quick turn of her head, a hiss and a show of teeth and petting time was abruptly over. In later years, she got a little bit better – allowing people other than my husband to get close to her.
She was ever the gourmand as well. Cat food was so…pedestrian. Only the idiot boy cat (her brother) would eat food from a can. Her favorites were pork – which could mean anything from carnitas to pulled pork to pork tenderloin (garnering her the nickname Little Pork Chop from my husband’s mother) – and tomato based sauces. She was also quite the connoisseur of top-shelf ice cream.
Today, I missed her immensely as I made dinner. I expected her to come by for a bite of pot roast as I shredded it to make leftover hash. Ugh. It’s just not right…
Anyway, to get my mind off things, I made the Chocolate Armagnac Cake for TWD. I had all the ingrediants on hand (even the prunes – I love prunes. And if you don’t – you should make Chicken Marbella – that classic 80’s dish from The Silver Palate – cause I’m sure it will convert you), so I didn’t have to face going to the store. And yeah, maybe it was therapeutic for a bit. And I’m sure Miss Vick would have approved as it is a most “upper-crust” dessert which is totally her style 🙂