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I no longer have two cats. I spent 4 days with my grandparents and when I got home yesterday after midnight I really thought that Britty, my cat, was waiting for me in my room but it was empty. I woke my mother to ask about her and after a brief pause she said they'd buried her that morning. Things had been so bad with her that they had to put her down.
Britty was sick, I knew that. A month ago, I had accepted the fact that I was going to lose her, but then we took her to a different pet clinic and the vet there gave us hope and said it's curable. For a month, my father took her to the clinic every other day. It didn't really look like Britty was getting better but the vet assured it would just take time. And then one day we couldn't find her. She didn't come home the next day either. For four days, she was gone. I was relieved when my parents called me on Monday and said they'd found Britty. I told them to put her in my room and not let her out, that's why I'd thought she'd be there when I got home. My plan was to keep her there until she was okay again and didn't have to be taken to the vet anymore. But obviously four days without medicine had been too long. I don't even know what was wrong with her - was it a tumor like we were told at first, or a really bad inflammation like the second vet thought... Bacteria? I don't know. It doesn't matter anymore. She's now buried between lilac and jasmine bush close to my balcony :(
I'm kind of glad that I wasn't at home. I know that for these few days that she was lost both of my parents spent their evenings looking for her just like I would have done. I know my mother couldn't sleep at night because they found Britty in the evening and had to wait until morning to take her to the vet. I'm glad that Britty came home and didn't have to spend days or maybe even weeks suffering before she would have died. And I'm glad that I didn't have to see her like that because the tumor or inflammation or whatever it was was in her face and she looked bad enough the last time that I saw her.
I'm grateful for having Britty in my family for 10 years. She had a long and hopefully happy life. I loved her so much.
In order not to make this post too depressive, let me show you the two pets that I still have.
Firstly, Bagheera, Britty's son. He's a sissy.
And secondly, Jessie, our dog. She's a sweetheart.
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I miss you, Britty.