cora
the other day she was looking really sick. and then we gave her medicine and she would eat on her own and drink on her own. and today she wanted to be held all the time. she would run at me and jump into my lap. she had to be near me. then we reached a certain point where she couldn't hold her head up anymore, couldn't walk anymore. so i held her while i studied for my vietnam final. i put her in the crate to sleep and she just flopped over. i called my mom crying. my mom said to put her in a separate crate and that i shouldn't have to see that and that she was sorry. i left her alone for a little bit but i couldn't stand it. i brought her into the hallway facing her brother and sister. she started making these weird, long crying noises. i got my pillow and laid in the hallway with her. she was in the little carrier with the door open and i was lying next to her looking in. every once in a while should would take a big breath and let out a little wail. it was horrible. she was crying. i told her i was sorry over and over and that i loved her and that i was sorry i couldn't have saved her. after an hour of those little cries she let out a really big wail, like a scream, it was so big it made her little legs move and her head move. i moved the carrier a little bit so i could still see in her eyes still. a few minutes later she started stretching out her legs and then slowly retracting them close to her and she was gone.
we called her buddha and bertha because she was the biggest and hungriest out of the six. legray died on thursday. he was one of the smallest. claire has orangey and blackie (we didn't want to name them so as to not get attached) left. i have small torty and bengal (who i am calling jack anyway). the other night when things were looking rough for buddha i told my mom about it and she told me i had to give her a real name, that they can't die nameless. so her new name was cora because she had a little orange heart on her forehead. claire's waking up at 5 to check on her kittens and i am dreading telling her. i hope to god blackie is alive. this is brutal.
i'm gonna go read the rainbow bridge and sob.
we called her buddha and bertha because she was the biggest and hungriest out of the six. legray died on thursday. he was one of the smallest. claire has orangey and blackie (we didn't want to name them so as to not get attached) left. i have small torty and bengal (who i am calling jack anyway). the other night when things were looking rough for buddha i told my mom about it and she told me i had to give her a real name, that they can't die nameless. so her new name was cora because she had a little orange heart on her forehead. claire's waking up at 5 to check on her kittens and i am dreading telling her. i hope to god blackie is alive. this is brutal.
i'm gonna go read the rainbow bridge and sob.