My cat is going to die
Timmy who is 12 years old has been sick a good deal of this year. Sometimes I've wanted to kill him because he has been annoying Robert and myself about food, but I do really love the guy very much. So many times when I was sick he was my only friend, so I've got to be the same to him.
Mother told me what is happening and that she's got to go to the vets. Last few years he has been having accidents, and in hindsight I could see him go down. When I looked at him all skin and bones I was frightened and I had tears in my eyes. I do hope that it isn't going to drag on a few more months. In a way it's better for him to die now, but 12 years old for a cat is very old. That is my whole English life-but for the first ten months.
I don't know if I'm going to concentrate on anything else while Mum takes him to the vets. I simply can't...I already cancelled Uncle Doug's webpage because I have much work to do. I shall have to tell Michelle, she loved him very much too and she always loved animals. I suppose she has seen many animals die and will have to see many more. I did see my mice die.
With an animal you always feel super guilty because you could look after them better than you've been doing. It was me that advocated that Timmy go on a starvation diet. It well may be cancer that he will die of or SOMETHING in his lungs. I am frightened as hell. I can't face it. He is going nowhere very fast, and he hid behind the chair because he is so bad. I was hoping nothing really bad would happen in my final year as an undergraduate, nothing that I couldn't control or get under. I did worry about my family a bit, but these are distant worries. Mum explained the death like I was a child, and the possibility.
Have just seen him being put into the red box where he goes to the vets. Thank God he will behave. He's an old cat, he knows better than to frisk. He isn't going to fight I am sure. Kissed and hugged Mum goodbye. Didn't want to pat Timmy because he was skin and bones and because I wanted to know for sure what was going on inside him.
Mother told me what is happening and that she's got to go to the vets. Last few years he has been having accidents, and in hindsight I could see him go down. When I looked at him all skin and bones I was frightened and I had tears in my eyes. I do hope that it isn't going to drag on a few more months. In a way it's better for him to die now, but 12 years old for a cat is very old. That is my whole English life-but for the first ten months.
I don't know if I'm going to concentrate on anything else while Mum takes him to the vets. I simply can't...I already cancelled Uncle Doug's webpage because I have much work to do. I shall have to tell Michelle, she loved him very much too and she always loved animals. I suppose she has seen many animals die and will have to see many more. I did see my mice die.
With an animal you always feel super guilty because you could look after them better than you've been doing. It was me that advocated that Timmy go on a starvation diet. It well may be cancer that he will die of or SOMETHING in his lungs. I am frightened as hell. I can't face it. He is going nowhere very fast, and he hid behind the chair because he is so bad. I was hoping nothing really bad would happen in my final year as an undergraduate, nothing that I couldn't control or get under. I did worry about my family a bit, but these are distant worries. Mum explained the death like I was a child, and the possibility.
Have just seen him being put into the red box where he goes to the vets. Thank God he will behave. He's an old cat, he knows better than to frisk. He isn't going to fight I am sure. Kissed and hugged Mum goodbye. Didn't want to pat Timmy because he was skin and bones and because I wanted to know for sure what was going on inside him.