just.. drunk and missing my cat.
its just my cat. shes just a cat. whatever, i loved her, and i miss her, and it's barely been 14 hours since she's been put to rest. i just want her here to hold, to hug, to snuggle up with. she was my baby, my love, my little one... my old sweet lady. i would've gladly gone in her place, as silly as that sounds.
she just knew me... and i just knew her. we made a pretty lethal team, her and i. i made a lot of boys fall in love with her. SHE made a lot of PEOPLE fall in love with her... she was the chill kitty, the non-annoying kitty, and she didn't bother my allergies. we were good together.
unfortunately, she was older than we originally thought. even more unfortunate is the fact that she somehow ended up with feline lymphoma, which comes on strong and fast and ends up causing kidney failure. my poor birdie was too sick to eat... she wanted the treats, they just made her feel nauseated. she drank a lot of water but was still dehydrated because she was vomiting it right back up. her one kidney was 4 times its original size and there was an abnormally large mass near her already swollen lymph nodes. she had gone from 6.3lbs to 4.9 in three days. she was ready to go and knew it.
according to the vet tech (angie, whom i adore and love with all my heart), she went easily and peacefully. angie has been through a ton of these and she said that she knew it was time, too. halle was ready and now she's chillin with buttercup. that's cool, but i miss her.
even though she made messes with hairballs a lot... and even though she meowed every time you tried to pick her up... and even though she'd drip drool onto your face in the middle of the night... she was still the love of my life. her purrs were always insta-smiles for me. her buttercup paw was my only form of solace sometimes. she would always curl up next to me when i was sad. now that i'm sad and she's not here, what do i do?
i cant replace her, but i CAN find a new companion. my parents are getting me a new cat (a young, indoor, fixed male) to have for many, many years. i am devastated. but i am also relieved: she was sick, and needed to sleep well.
so... sleep well, halle. my little bellerina. my little birdie. my old sweet girl. my haliburton. my tiny burt! my teeny tiny belle... may you rest peacefully and finally have the energy and strength to frolic among the best of them. p.s. please don't hairball in public, it's scary.
i love you,
i miss you,
and i'll ALWAYS remember you...
halle "birdie" stannard
born: who knows
found: summer, 2005
passed on to kitty heaven: december 26, 2006
she just knew me... and i just knew her. we made a pretty lethal team, her and i. i made a lot of boys fall in love with her. SHE made a lot of PEOPLE fall in love with her... she was the chill kitty, the non-annoying kitty, and she didn't bother my allergies. we were good together.
unfortunately, she was older than we originally thought. even more unfortunate is the fact that she somehow ended up with feline lymphoma, which comes on strong and fast and ends up causing kidney failure. my poor birdie was too sick to eat... she wanted the treats, they just made her feel nauseated. she drank a lot of water but was still dehydrated because she was vomiting it right back up. her one kidney was 4 times its original size and there was an abnormally large mass near her already swollen lymph nodes. she had gone from 6.3lbs to 4.9 in three days. she was ready to go and knew it.
according to the vet tech (angie, whom i adore and love with all my heart), she went easily and peacefully. angie has been through a ton of these and she said that she knew it was time, too. halle was ready and now she's chillin with buttercup. that's cool, but i miss her.
even though she made messes with hairballs a lot... and even though she meowed every time you tried to pick her up... and even though she'd drip drool onto your face in the middle of the night... she was still the love of my life. her purrs were always insta-smiles for me. her buttercup paw was my only form of solace sometimes. she would always curl up next to me when i was sad. now that i'm sad and she's not here, what do i do?
i cant replace her, but i CAN find a new companion. my parents are getting me a new cat (a young, indoor, fixed male) to have for many, many years. i am devastated. but i am also relieved: she was sick, and needed to sleep well.
so... sleep well, halle. my little bellerina. my little birdie. my old sweet girl. my haliburton. my tiny burt! my teeny tiny belle... may you rest peacefully and finally have the energy and strength to frolic among the best of them. p.s. please don't hairball in public, it's scary.
i love you,
i miss you,
and i'll ALWAYS remember you...
halle "birdie" stannard
born: who knows
found: summer, 2005
passed on to kitty heaven: december 26, 2006