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so my kitty is not doing so well apparently. My mom is taking him to the vet on Friday (the soonest she can with her work schedule) because his eyes are constantly oozing, he doesn't eat much at all anymore, and he's been losing weight. My mom's been talking for weeks about how she thinks he's going to die soon and I just don't think I'm going to take it well at all. I almost broke into tears in the middle of Pike Place Market today when she called to tell me she's taking him to the vet.
the worst part is that if there's something really wrong with him and he needs to be put down immediately, I'm not going to be there to say goodbye because I leave for Chicago on Thursday night.
I've had this cat since I was 6. he's my baby. I got him as a reward for fishing my 2 year old brother out of the pool when he fell in when we were playing in the backyard without parental supervision. I'm 22 now. that's a long time to have a little life wrapped up in your own and have to say good bye. he was my little protector and snuggler when I was scared or upset. and not like I went and trapped him or anything, but he would just know when I was upset and come to me.
this sucks.
the worst part is that if there's something really wrong with him and he needs to be put down immediately, I'm not going to be there to say goodbye because I leave for Chicago on Thursday night.
I've had this cat since I was 6. he's my baby. I got him as a reward for fishing my 2 year old brother out of the pool when he fell in when we were playing in the backyard without parental supervision. I'm 22 now. that's a long time to have a little life wrapped up in your own and have to say good bye. he was my little protector and snuggler when I was scared or upset. and not like I went and trapped him or anything, but he would just know when I was upset and come to me.
this sucks.