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My cat, Sylvia, died sometime early this morning.
We got her when I was 6, but she was born in 1995. So she was about 15. She was the runt of the litter, so she's always been tiny and delicate, but sometime after we got Mika last year, she started losing weight. When I got home from school last May, I could feel all her ribs and vertebrae. And when I got home on Saturday, my parents told me she had kidney failure and she weighed 3 and a half pounds. She had stopped cleaning herself. She just looked so scraggly and old.
Last night, she suddenly looked like she was having trouble walking. For the rest of the night, she lay in one spot and looked like she was having a lot of trouble breathing. My dad sat up with her most of the night, but she slipped away after he dozed off.
She was so small and loving. She was very quiet, but she was always crawling onto someone's lap/book/newspaper to demand attention. Especially as she got older, when she did meow, you could sometimes only tell because you would see her mouth move - it was totally silent. It was so adorable.
She had also developed a distaste for getting anywhere on her own. She rode around on people's shoulders whenever she could. Mostly my dad's, but she got all of us a few times. Being jumped on by a tiny furry creature is disconcerting, but I'll miss it.
I'll miss her. I don't feel like totally processing/dealing with this right now.
Day 02 of 38-day meme will go in a separate entry to prevent cognitive dissonance.
We got her when I was 6, but she was born in 1995. So she was about 15. She was the runt of the litter, so she's always been tiny and delicate, but sometime after we got Mika last year, she started losing weight. When I got home from school last May, I could feel all her ribs and vertebrae. And when I got home on Saturday, my parents told me she had kidney failure and she weighed 3 and a half pounds. She had stopped cleaning herself. She just looked so scraggly and old.
Last night, she suddenly looked like she was having trouble walking. For the rest of the night, she lay in one spot and looked like she was having a lot of trouble breathing. My dad sat up with her most of the night, but she slipped away after he dozed off.
She was so small and loving. She was very quiet, but she was always crawling onto someone's lap/book/newspaper to demand attention. Especially as she got older, when she did meow, you could sometimes only tell because you would see her mouth move - it was totally silent. It was so adorable.
She had also developed a distaste for getting anywhere on her own. She rode around on people's shoulders whenever she could. Mostly my dad's, but she got all of us a few times. Being jumped on by a tiny furry creature is disconcerting, but I'll miss it.
I'll miss her. I don't feel like totally processing/dealing with this right now.
Day 02 of 38-day meme will go in a separate entry to prevent cognitive dissonance.