He Stole All Hearts Away

OK..one last Jarvis post.
I got the call with the bad news around 4 PM on Thursday. I was just taking a load of laundry out of the dryer. The vet's office asked me if I wanted to be there when they put Jarvis down and I said of course I did, so I made plans to be there at 6:30 that night for my last goodbye to little J-man.
Honestly it went as well as can be expected and I actually felt better after it was finally over. Jarvis was really peaceful throughout the whole process. The veterinarian, a guy in his mid-30's with curly blonde hair, explained exactly what would happen and assured us we were doing the right thing. He gave Jarvis a sedative and said he would return in 5 minutes or so to deliver the last shot and then I spent my last five minutes with my cat. Elizabeth was nice enough to come with me for moral support and took one last picture. Then the vet returned and put a white towel over Jarvis and gave him an injection in his abdomen, Jarvis took a few more breaths and that was that.
I had never witnessed anyone actually die right in front of me and it wasn't what I expected. I mean that in a good way. It was very sad but it was better than the alternative. The vet warned their may be some involuntary muscle twitching after the fact, but luckily that was not to be.
Looking back now knowing what I do, Jarvis had been getting worse for a few weeks. I would have never guessed he was as sick as he actually was and I feel bad for not taking him to the vet earlier, but I know it wouldn't have made a difference and that his last days were happy ones.

Afterwards, Elizabeth and I returned to my place so I could pull myself together and we went out for dinner because I hadn't eaten much that day. We got a carafe of wine and toasted to Jarvis a few times. It felt good.
Friday I called in sick and after emailing everyone to let them know I wouldn't make it NYC that night, I ran a few errands just to get out of the house. I went to Borders and bought the Ted Leo DVD, hoping Ted could get my mind on something else. I watched half of it before going out that night and then met Elizabeth, Catherine and some other friends at the Iota to see Colin Meloy of The Decemberists play a solo gig there. It was my first ever show at the Iota and while the seared ahi tuna was amazing, the same can not be said for their concert room. It was unbearably crowded in there. I'm guessing it has a 150 person capacity and there were well over 200 people packed in there. It was just miserable.
I was unfamiliar with Colin and the Decemberists, but had heard good things so I wanted to check him out. That and I wanted him to play some Morrissey covers, obvs., which he did with Sister I'm A Poet and I've Changed My Plea To Guilty (both on his EP of Moz covers), but sadly no Jack The Ripper. Overall though, I wasn't that impressed. I wouldn't be able to tell him or Ben Gibbard apart if I tried. Read a review of the gig here.
Saturday it snowed and I watched some movies and watched the Celtics blow a 17 point 3rd quarter lead to the lowly Hawks. Tony Allen started his first NBA game and scored 20 points. People are screaming for us to trade PP now, as if TA will play like this every game. Whatever.
Sunday was football. Eagles v. Pats then, eh? All week I heard "Steelers!" as if people actually though a rookie QB could take out the Champs.

Pics from the Sea Ray show I was forced to miss on Friday. *sigh* How was it?

It's never too early to talk shit. Listen to this crap from Purple Lips: "I just hope he continues to talk about me and my teammates, it's going to give us great motivation to beat him up in the future." I guess they're gonna try and choke Schilling or something.

One inch of snow in NC shuts down the effing state. Sad.

Jealous much?

Lastly I want to send heartfelt thanks out to everyone that sent in emails and left comments on the site the last few days. Words can't express how grateful I was for each and everyone of them. The media always seems to bash bloggers and the blogging community by calling us pajama clad pundits (whatever) but they never seem to pick up on the support that's out there for people online. All I can tell you is that I do appreciate it and it has helped me out tremendously.
A few people have asked, and yes, I intend to get a new cat. I may even do it soon. All weekend, in the back of my mind, I was thinking what a perfect weekend it would have been to spend with Jarvis, so I just can't see me not getting a new furball. The lady from the shelter I got Jarvis from (who paid all of the vet bills BTW - very nice of her) said they had a cat in mind for me so maybe in a week or so I will bring him to his new home. And I think when I do, I'll let all of you guys name him. So start thinking of some names.
Again, thanks everyone. Much like Bartles and Jaymes, I thank you for your support.