We trapped a cat at the Marina. The Vet said, "Feel his belly, tight as a drum. Worms."
Got that and the rest fixed up, $1,000. A year later he had some kind of stroke that paraylzed his back legs. Held him in my arms, over the puerile objections of the Veterinary Assistant, while he was euthanized. I told that kitty when we took him: you will die in my arms. New garage door put off another year.
"Balance" of humans with nature. Know what that means? Minus $1,000 to us . . . not even entered into the balance sheet of "the marina", of civilization.
Civilization can F off. Not worthy of the name; while we . . . continue to struggle to make it so.
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