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Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
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(October 24, 2003)

RIP, baby

Elvis died yesterday.

A few days ago he started to seem lethargic, but he was still eating and drinking and purring when brushed and petted. But still I made a vet appointment for today. Yesterday, his lethargy turned into more of a serious thing, with obvious respiratory problems. Though he still purred when brushed and petted.

So instead of waiting for today's vet appointment, he and I piled into the car and went to Angell Memorial. They're so great there. "I need an evaluation on a fifteen year old diabetic cat!" the admitting nurse said over the PA the instant I walked up to the desk. A doctor, Dr. Whelan, ran right out, took Schmelv back and put him on a respirator.

He went into heart failure though, and they couldn't save him.

He was a good boy. Our "little old man" because he was so serious all the time. "Stinky boy" because the insulin made his poop smell like a superfund site.

We'll miss him.


(Elvis, right, with his brother Donovan)



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