Here's looking at you Pig
I'm heartbroken to say that on Thursday morning (my Dad's birthday), my cat Ginger (also lovingly known as Ginger Pig), was hit by a car, just days before his first birthday.
My sister was getting ready to go down to the driveway to get on the bus, when she yelled into the house that there was a cat on the road. Immediately my heart started to pound and all I could do was chant "oh no oh no" over and over as I heard her scream that it was Ginger.
My Mum rushed to the door and began wailing, and as soon as I heard her I couldn't even bring myself to cry. I ran out to her and assumed the role of Mum myself and I hugged her as she cried. I kept reassuring her that it wasn't her fault, but she just kept saying that she shouldn't have let him out and that it shouldn't have happened because she had kissed him and told him to be careful.
After I sat with her for awhile, I ran outside in my socks. It was raining as I looked around for him, but my Dad had carried him into the driveway. I ran across the gravel, not even feeling it on my feet, when I saw him laying there. I still can't comprehend that he's gone. The only thing I'm thankful for was that he was hit and not ran over. I don't think I would have been able to take the latter.
I knelt beside him and pet his side, assuring him that he was going to be fine, before running up into the house to get a toy for him. I tucked it into his paws and my Dad took him away for the last time.
All through the day my Mum was a basket case, so I had to really hold back for her. That's one thing that I really dislike about myself. I force myself to be this big emotional wall for others, and I know their grateful to me...but I bottle it up inside and I just don't know what to do with myself. I've been in a daze since Thursday.
In fact, this is the first time I've brought it up. No one outside of my family knows about it. They don't ask because they see nothing wrong, and I can't bring myself to mention it.
So I've decided to share in this journal entry.
That brings us to today. We've been coping a little better and already we have another addition to the family. My Dad's student worker asked him if we would take care of her cat since she can't keep him in her new apartment.
His name is Tiger and he's a big old boy. The kittens are sniffing around him and he's still a little skittish and growling at us, but I hope he can get used to us. He's strictly in-doors as well.
The other big boys (Ginger's brothers) haven't met him yet, and we're all kind of worried. When they come in we're not sure how they'll react. Not to mention that Charlie has been starting to spray around the house, along with trying to get frisky with his half sister.
God, it's just been feline CHAOS around here! I'm not sure what to do. We're keeping an eye on the two big boys when they're outside, to make sure they stay in the field behind the house. The three little ones stay in...Tiger stays in...we don't have the money to get the others fixed and just GAH!!!
*head desk*
I just need to take a vacation with the assurance that all my cats will be fine for a week or two, then just come back to a well behaved and well mannered house hold.
Gah.
My sister was getting ready to go down to the driveway to get on the bus, when she yelled into the house that there was a cat on the road. Immediately my heart started to pound and all I could do was chant "oh no oh no" over and over as I heard her scream that it was Ginger.
My Mum rushed to the door and began wailing, and as soon as I heard her I couldn't even bring myself to cry. I ran out to her and assumed the role of Mum myself and I hugged her as she cried. I kept reassuring her that it wasn't her fault, but she just kept saying that she shouldn't have let him out and that it shouldn't have happened because she had kissed him and told him to be careful.
After I sat with her for awhile, I ran outside in my socks. It was raining as I looked around for him, but my Dad had carried him into the driveway. I ran across the gravel, not even feeling it on my feet, when I saw him laying there. I still can't comprehend that he's gone. The only thing I'm thankful for was that he was hit and not ran over. I don't think I would have been able to take the latter.
I knelt beside him and pet his side, assuring him that he was going to be fine, before running up into the house to get a toy for him. I tucked it into his paws and my Dad took him away for the last time.
All through the day my Mum was a basket case, so I had to really hold back for her. That's one thing that I really dislike about myself. I force myself to be this big emotional wall for others, and I know their grateful to me...but I bottle it up inside and I just don't know what to do with myself. I've been in a daze since Thursday.
In fact, this is the first time I've brought it up. No one outside of my family knows about it. They don't ask because they see nothing wrong, and I can't bring myself to mention it.
So I've decided to share in this journal entry.
That brings us to today. We've been coping a little better and already we have another addition to the family. My Dad's student worker asked him if we would take care of her cat since she can't keep him in her new apartment.
His name is Tiger and he's a big old boy. The kittens are sniffing around him and he's still a little skittish and growling at us, but I hope he can get used to us. He's strictly in-doors as well.
The other big boys (Ginger's brothers) haven't met him yet, and we're all kind of worried. When they come in we're not sure how they'll react. Not to mention that Charlie has been starting to spray around the house, along with trying to get frisky with his half sister.
God, it's just been feline CHAOS around here! I'm not sure what to do. We're keeping an eye on the two big boys when they're outside, to make sure they stay in the field behind the house. The three little ones stay in...Tiger stays in...we don't have the money to get the others fixed and just GAH!!!
*head desk*
I just need to take a vacation with the assurance that all my cats will be fine for a week or two, then just come back to a well behaved and well mannered house hold.
Gah.