"At least you can say you owned the scruffiest cat that ever lived." sulksincredibly
Mo is riddled with cancer.
They were going to operate on a large tumour on her chest but when they sedated and shaved her, they found seven or eight smaller ones. They woke her up without operating.
She doesn't even know anything is wrong. Why would God impose so much suffering on a little cat?
We'll bury her in her favorite place, the backyard. Her small jungle and kingdom, the place she's never seen the outer edge of. Except for the time she followed my dad around the block to my primary school when he walked to pick me up, in around 1991.
She always stops to smell flowers, to watch birds and bugs. She is so much more a part of nature than us, because she sees and hears it so much more closely. Does then, she accept death also?
A cat will not cheat on you, lie to you or tell you that you're fat. They'll appreciate it more, because it gives them a softer place to sleep. They won't judge you when you aren't wearing make up, just how softly you stroke their ears is what makes the difference. If i fall asleep while stroking her, she'll dig her nose under my hand to keep it going.
I'm taking the day off to hang out with her and take some photos. I don't know how long it's going to take for her to go. Mum is humoring me but making a point at the same time. She's almost twenty years old. When the time comes, we'll just take her down and give her a long sleep.
I can't stop crying.
Very soon the last possession i left at my parents house will be gone, and i'll never hear her little voice again or stroke her short tail, hold her limp little paws while she sleeps. God, she has the softest fur.
They were going to operate on a large tumour on her chest but when they sedated and shaved her, they found seven or eight smaller ones. They woke her up without operating.
She doesn't even know anything is wrong. Why would God impose so much suffering on a little cat?
We'll bury her in her favorite place, the backyard. Her small jungle and kingdom, the place she's never seen the outer edge of. Except for the time she followed my dad around the block to my primary school when he walked to pick me up, in around 1991.
She always stops to smell flowers, to watch birds and bugs. She is so much more a part of nature than us, because she sees and hears it so much more closely. Does then, she accept death also?
A cat will not cheat on you, lie to you or tell you that you're fat. They'll appreciate it more, because it gives them a softer place to sleep. They won't judge you when you aren't wearing make up, just how softly you stroke their ears is what makes the difference. If i fall asleep while stroking her, she'll dig her nose under my hand to keep it going.
I'm taking the day off to hang out with her and take some photos. I don't know how long it's going to take for her to go. Mum is humoring me but making a point at the same time. She's almost twenty years old. When the time comes, we'll just take her down and give her a long sleep.
I can't stop crying.
Very soon the last possession i left at my parents house will be gone, and i'll never hear her little voice again or stroke her short tail, hold her limp little paws while she sleeps. God, she has the softest fur.