Oscar, my cat, had been sick yesterday. I was worried about him. I had never seen a cat that sick and I was hoping he was going to pull through. Yesterday morning I held him in my arms like a baby and rocked him, petting him as he slept. I cuddled with him when I got home. He drank a little bit, but he wouldn't eat. This worried me because his nickname was 'fat cat'. He'd never miss an opportunity to eat and I'd never see him run so fast as when I opened a can of food. I made him comfortable on a cushion that I made for both of my cats. That is where my ex boyfriend found him this morning. He told me before he left that he put him in a box. I know I have to burry him, I just don't know where and I need someone to help me.
I had him for three years. It surprised me because he wasn't an old cat. He was a kitten when I got him. I think he ate something that he shouldn't have. I still don't know what that could have been. I am really going to miss him. I think my other cat, Bailey, is going to miss him too.
I know that cats don't live forever. I know that nobody lives forever. It is just sad. I haven't had to deal with death for such a long time and I'm not sure how to deal with it. I had a feeling, yesterday, that he was going to die. I was trying to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for that event. It is still a shock.
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After my dog died I cried for days. Nobody seemed to understand. It's been 8 years now and I still get teary occasionally. It really feels like you've lost a part of the family...
I'm so sorry to hear this. So sorry for your loss. :(
I know how you're feeling. The last 2 years in a row we've lost 2 great cats. It's never easy, and only time will help the pain heal. I wrote them both eulogies on my blog in their memory.
I had to put my cat down two years ago...I was there the whole time it happenned and bawled like a baby when she went.
SHOCKINGLY, that cat's name was Baylee (written differently)
Thanks everyone for your kind words. I don't think it has really hit me yet, the fact that he is really gone. I still expect him to jump on me when I'm taking a nap, or curl up on my lap. I see the box that he is in, and I know that he is in it, but I still haven't let it sink in yet.
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