Mewithoutyou
Below is something I found on the mewithoutyou site today while I was browsing around. It was very beautiful and so I thought you should also see it.
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We've had our cat Gizmo around for the past 17 years. she used to be a plump, healthy, mean-spirited cat but as she got older she lost all her weight and become much more affectionate. lately her meow had turned to a deep, muffled groan, and she seemed very weak and wouldn't eat hardly at all, even when I got her favorite (tuna fish). Tuesday night I fell asleep in the dining room watching her wobble sadly around the milk bowl from across the room, and I woke up with her beside me. yesterday she was hiding her face in a jacket in the corner of the basement, and when I came near she raised her head and rubbed it against my hand. her eyes were watering and her mouth crusted and so I said good-bye. she died this morning, and my dad and I buried her body in the garden with some kitty litter and cat food. neighborhood strays came by trying to eat the cat food, but I shouted and waved the shovel, "Go away kitty, this isn't for you!" we marked the grave with a makeshift tombstone, a piece of ceramic tile I found in a dumpster painted over with a passage from the Bible: -ajw
"are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? and yet not one of them is forgotten by God." -Luke 12:6
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We've had our cat Gizmo around for the past 17 years. she used to be a plump, healthy, mean-spirited cat but as she got older she lost all her weight and become much more affectionate. lately her meow had turned to a deep, muffled groan, and she seemed very weak and wouldn't eat hardly at all, even when I got her favorite (tuna fish). Tuesday night I fell asleep in the dining room watching her wobble sadly around the milk bowl from across the room, and I woke up with her beside me. yesterday she was hiding her face in a jacket in the corner of the basement, and when I came near she raised her head and rubbed it against my hand. her eyes were watering and her mouth crusted and so I said good-bye. she died this morning, and my dad and I buried her body in the garden with some kitty litter and cat food. neighborhood strays came by trying to eat the cat food, but I shouted and waved the shovel, "Go away kitty, this isn't for you!" we marked the grave with a makeshift tombstone, a piece of ceramic tile I found in a dumpster painted over with a passage from the Bible: -ajw
"are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? and yet not one of them is forgotten by God." -Luke 12:6