Hey guys, been a while.
Recently, my cat died a couple weeks ago. It was a horrific situation for me to discover. I was at college dealing with an idiotic situation where two people were being lazy and not putting in any effort into the group, and k had previously pulled 2 all-nighters to finish their parts. So I was working until 9:00 at night in the school. And I was really annoyed because I also had to study for finals.
Anyway, I walked through the front door and called out for my sweet boy, as he would usually come rushing halfway down the stairs to greet me. I called his name again and he didn't come, so I started getting concerned. I saw him lying under the desk in the living room and went to touch him only to discover that he was stiff. I immediately panicked and phoned my mom and asked what I should do. I kept on screaming that I could maybe take him to the vet and mom said if he was stiff then it had been a few hours and he was dead. I cried and screamed while my poor mom listened and we agreed to make arrangements to cremate him the next day and my mom would come down.
I was horrified at how cold he was. So, I wrapped him in two blankets and gently lifted his body onto the couch. I ticked him in and said goodnight to him as I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. My mom phoned the next morning to let me know when she was getting closer and I started preparing him. I unwrapped him and brushed his fur on both sides. Kissed him a bunch and put a little flower on top of him. I also snipped off a piece of his fur. Then I wrapped him in the blanket again and put him into his cat carrier.
My mom arrived and we were both crying miserably as we took his body to our humane society to get him cremated. I said a goodbye and gave him one final hug. And now I have to go pick him up again as it's been a couple weeks.
My cat was the most loving, intelligent and sweet little buddy ever. I loved him so much that he was like a child to me. And he always knew I would protect him, and I appreciated that he did because he had trust issues. He also knew exactly what I wanted from him just based on my face alone. I don't know what he died of, but originally I thought he was only 4 years old, as the rescue company told us 4 years ago that he was only a few months old. Now I think he might have been an older cat. Nothing poisoned him, and he was perfectly healthy in the morning. I just think it might have been age, as it is difficult to guess a cat's age if they are not a kitten.
Anyway, I feel as if a part of my heart and soul have been wrenched away from me. I miss him so much and the silence in my apartment is so disturbing to me. I just want to run away from this place. If anyone has any tips, I'm all ears. I completely dread picking him up tomorrow. I don't know if I can handle that.
R.I.P my sweet boy Merric, I hope you know how loved you are.
Recently, my cat died a couple weeks ago. It was a horrific situation for me to discover. I was at college dealing with an idiotic situation where two people were being lazy and not putting in any effort into the group, and k had previously pulled 2 all-nighters to finish their parts. So I was working until 9:00 at night in the school. And I was really annoyed because I also had to study for finals.
Anyway, I walked through the front door and called out for my sweet boy, as he would usually come rushing halfway down the stairs to greet me. I called his name again and he didn't come, so I started getting concerned. I saw him lying under the desk in the living room and went to touch him only to discover that he was stiff. I immediately panicked and phoned my mom and asked what I should do. I kept on screaming that I could maybe take him to the vet and mom said if he was stiff then it had been a few hours and he was dead. I cried and screamed while my poor mom listened and we agreed to make arrangements to cremate him the next day and my mom would come down.
I was horrified at how cold he was. So, I wrapped him in two blankets and gently lifted his body onto the couch. I ticked him in and said goodnight to him as I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. My mom phoned the next morning to let me know when she was getting closer and I started preparing him. I unwrapped him and brushed his fur on both sides. Kissed him a bunch and put a little flower on top of him. I also snipped off a piece of his fur. Then I wrapped him in the blanket again and put him into his cat carrier.
My mom arrived and we were both crying miserably as we took his body to our humane society to get him cremated. I said a goodbye and gave him one final hug. And now I have to go pick him up again as it's been a couple weeks.
My cat was the most loving, intelligent and sweet little buddy ever. I loved him so much that he was like a child to me. And he always knew I would protect him, and I appreciated that he did because he had trust issues. He also knew exactly what I wanted from him just based on my face alone. I don't know what he died of, but originally I thought he was only 4 years old, as the rescue company told us 4 years ago that he was only a few months old. Now I think he might have been an older cat. Nothing poisoned him, and he was perfectly healthy in the morning. I just think it might have been age, as it is difficult to guess a cat's age if they are not a kitten.
Anyway, I feel as if a part of my heart and soul have been wrenched away from me. I miss him so much and the silence in my apartment is so disturbing to me. I just want to run away from this place. If anyone has any tips, I'm all ears. I completely dread picking him up tomorrow. I don't know if I can handle that.
R.I.P my sweet boy Merric, I hope you know how loved you are.
