some bad news...
.... Unfortunately, I do have some tragic news... During the holidays, my cat Ariel (aka "moo moo") was very sick. On christmas eve we took her into a clinic and the doctor diagnosed her with just an upper respiratory problem and sent her home. Since then, twice a day we force fed her pedialite and her antibiotics. She wasn't getting any better though. She stopped making noise, she couldn't walk straight, we had to carry her to her food and everywhere else. My mom and I suspected that she had a stoke and was just not all there. Well, she proceeded to get worse and worse. Soon, she stopped eating, walking and going to the bathroom. On monday after work, my mom and I took her back to the clinic... to make a long story short, her x rays showed that her liver was literally four times it's normal size and basically had liver failure. There wasn't much that we could have done other than to put her down. It was the hardest decision I've ever had to make in my life. I held my cat while she slowly feel into an endless sleep. I don't remember how long I sat there with her little lifeless body in my arms, sobbing and kissing her little ears....
I came home and proceeded to cry with my mascara running down to my chin and smothering my face into Ariel's bed. Kevin called to see how I was doing and the next thing I know he showed up at my door. I was so embarrassed of my appearance, but of course he didn't care. You know a man's a keeper when he can sit there in your room with mascara running down to your chin and to hold you for an hour while you cry profusely. After a while I felt better and went to go wash my face. My eyes were so swollen. I was really hungry so we picked up some del taco and watched tv for the rest of the time he was at my house. I am so grateful that he came by to keep me company and to get my mind off Ariel. I didn't really sleep well that night though. I cried most of the night. I had Ariel for over 13 years and every night she slept with me in my room. It was the loneliest night EVER.....
Anyways, I'm sure this is getting long... but for those who care, I'm doing just fine now. I have a little "Ariel Shrine" in the corner of my room with her bed, toys, treats and a little framed picture of her. Eventually I'll get rid of her stuff, but not now. I should be receiving her ashes within a week and a half and I'll probably bury her somewhere in the backyard or I'll just keep it in my closet. I would put them on a shelf but I think it might creep some people out. Anyways, I know she's in a better place right now, she's no longer in pain and she's probably torturing some dogs right now (her favorite past time). I will always miss my baby kitty, but at least I know she had a good life.
I came home and proceeded to cry with my mascara running down to my chin and smothering my face into Ariel's bed. Kevin called to see how I was doing and the next thing I know he showed up at my door. I was so embarrassed of my appearance, but of course he didn't care. You know a man's a keeper when he can sit there in your room with mascara running down to your chin and to hold you for an hour while you cry profusely. After a while I felt better and went to go wash my face. My eyes were so swollen. I was really hungry so we picked up some del taco and watched tv for the rest of the time he was at my house. I am so grateful that he came by to keep me company and to get my mind off Ariel. I didn't really sleep well that night though. I cried most of the night. I had Ariel for over 13 years and every night she slept with me in my room. It was the loneliest night EVER.....
Anyways, I'm sure this is getting long... but for those who care, I'm doing just fine now. I have a little "Ariel Shrine" in the corner of my room with her bed, toys, treats and a little framed picture of her. Eventually I'll get rid of her stuff, but not now. I should be receiving her ashes within a week and a half and I'll probably bury her somewhere in the backyard or I'll just keep it in my closet. I would put them on a shelf but I think it might creep some people out. Anyways, I know she's in a better place right now, she's no longer in pain and she's probably torturing some dogs right now (her favorite past time). I will always miss my baby kitty, but at least I know she had a good life.