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My little cat just died. We called her Kitten because she was always a runt. She was only about 5 years old, but she's been sick all of her life. I say that to sort of rationalize her death, because it was only a matter of time I guess. She's always had trouble breathing, and recently she couldn't keep much food in her stomach.
We had to evacuate the entire house today because our oven started sparking; the heating element has melted through, apparently. I think the stress of hauling Kitten outside and tossing her out in the car while the fire department checked everything was too much for her.
She made (in retrospect) an awful wheezing sound as she died in the kitchen, while we watched TV in the living room. I'm trying really hard not to linger on that. I didn't even want to go look at her after Chris went to see what the noise was (like he does often). I was finally the one to wrap her body up in a towel. She was unexpectedly heavy for such a small cat.
I'm going to miss her a lot. She was like my baby.
We had to evacuate the entire house today because our oven started sparking; the heating element has melted through, apparently. I think the stress of hauling Kitten outside and tossing her out in the car while the fire department checked everything was too much for her.
She made (in retrospect) an awful wheezing sound as she died in the kitchen, while we watched TV in the living room. I'm trying really hard not to linger on that. I didn't even want to go look at her after Chris went to see what the noise was (like he does often). I was finally the one to wrap her body up in a towel. She was unexpectedly heavy for such a small cat.
I'm going to miss her a lot. She was like my baby.