So now I speak.
I got Willamina around Christmas. She was one of the cats in the museum shelter. I caved and took her home because the other cats picked on her. She was originally named Sir William, until an unfortunate discovery that "he" was actually "she".
She was huge, weighing over 20 pounds. She had a double coat of fluffy orange fur and gigantic feet. Her eyes were golden and she loved to run around chirping. Her other favortie activity was trying to get Lightning and Sonya to like her.
She seemed under the weather for a few days, but I was assured it was probably the heat. Then on Saturday she puked a couple times. It looked like she was ready to give me a hairy present. On Sunday she got a little worse and I started to force-feed her liquids. She began to act like a floppy ragdoll and at one point she flopped right off my bed.
I was scared.
I knew my parents would raise hell if they had to pay for a vet bill and I didn't even have enough to pay for the vet ER.
Around 4:00 in the morning I packed her into my car and drove to my parents house. I wanted to wait until five so I climbed into the back seat to keep her company. She started panting and her pupils dilated. Then she went into seizures. Horrible jerking seizures while she kept howling. And lifted her into my lap. Her heart felt like a vibrator, nothing like a heart should.
She vomited one last time and went perfectly still.
I lost track of time for a bit. I alternated between sobbing, screaming and smacking my head against the window. Grief reduces humans into simple apes.
I woke my parents up around five and the tried to be helpful. I took a shovel and tried to dig a grave at the Rillito River. The ground was too hard from the rain a few days before.
I drove back and double bagged her body. I carried it across the street and chucked it into a dumpster.
Then I went to work.
She was huge, weighing over 20 pounds. She had a double coat of fluffy orange fur and gigantic feet. Her eyes were golden and she loved to run around chirping. Her other favortie activity was trying to get Lightning and Sonya to like her.
She seemed under the weather for a few days, but I was assured it was probably the heat. Then on Saturday she puked a couple times. It looked like she was ready to give me a hairy present. On Sunday she got a little worse and I started to force-feed her liquids. She began to act like a floppy ragdoll and at one point she flopped right off my bed.
I was scared.
I knew my parents would raise hell if they had to pay for a vet bill and I didn't even have enough to pay for the vet ER.
Around 4:00 in the morning I packed her into my car and drove to my parents house. I wanted to wait until five so I climbed into the back seat to keep her company. She started panting and her pupils dilated. Then she went into seizures. Horrible jerking seizures while she kept howling. And lifted her into my lap. Her heart felt like a vibrator, nothing like a heart should.
She vomited one last time and went perfectly still.
I lost track of time for a bit. I alternated between sobbing, screaming and smacking my head against the window. Grief reduces humans into simple apes.
I woke my parents up around five and the tried to be helpful. I took a shovel and tried to dig a grave at the Rillito River. The ground was too hard from the rain a few days before.
I drove back and double bagged her body. I carried it across the street and chucked it into a dumpster.
Then I went to work.