Leaving class early- bad news
So you all are probably wondering why I left in the middle of class yesterday. During the break my finace stopped by. At first I was excited to see him, what a surprise. Then he told me I needed to come home because something was wrong with baby, my cat pictured above. Let me give you a little background information. When I was eight, we lived in a very small town and one day this little stray kitten wondered onto my deck. I feel in love with her immediately. She stayed around for a few days and I feed her and loved on her all day, because it was summer break. After a few days, my dad said we had to take her to the pound because we already had two cats. I went with my mom to the pound and we dropped her off. I cried the whole way home and then when I got home. I even cried all night, I loved her and I know what happens to animals in shelters. The next day while my dad was at work, my mom took me and we bought her back. I was so happy to have her back, but boy oh boy was she a crier. So I decided to name her baby, because she seemed like such a baby. I think she was beaten or something happened to her before I got her. Even now she will not let you pet her head, she flinches. Anyways, Baby became by cat, I loved her so, I remember one time when I took her and we hid amongst all of my stuffed animals on my bed. She knew the sound of my voice, when I would come home from college, she would come running to me the moment she heard me. If she was hiding in the house, I was the only one she would come to. She slept on my bed everynight in the same spot. Needless to say she was my partner, my best friend. Back to the present, so after Chris told me something was wrong with Baby I rushed home. I left all my things in the car and ran inside my house asking where is Baby and what is wrong with her. My parents had her in my room on my bed, she was cold and wrapped up in blankets. My parents had taken her to the vet because earlier it looked like she was just hacking up hairballs, but the first time she lost her balance and the second time she had a baul movement. The vet said she had 2 tumors, and had a stroke. My poor Baby was dying in front of me. On the drive home I decided if she wasn't going to be able to get better, I wanted to have her put down, because I didn't want to prolong her suffering. I sat on my bed and held her for about 15 minutes and she was limp, having a hard time breathing. I told my parents about my decision then we took her to the animal emergency room. There I held her for about 10 more minutes before the took her to get an iv started. They brought her back to me, and I asked to be alone with her before the did it. I pet her and told her it was okay to go, because I didn't want her to be in any pain. She sighed out and took a few more breaths then sighed one more time before they came in. She was almost gone with the put her to sleep. I was left alone with her for a few minutes before they took her away. She was 14, and I knew she was getting older, but she had seemed fine, no symptoms of being sick. The vet said there was nothing we could have done to prevent this from happening. I can't stop crying, I'll be fine for a little while, then when I am in my room I start balling again. Just a year ago, about this same time, we had to have my dog put down, he was 12. I guess for anyone who has every had to put a pet down, knows what I'm going through. I missed her so badly last night, it is odd not having her next to me all night. Even now, as I am typing this I miss her pawing at me for attention, which is what she used to do when I was working at my desk. We are going to burry her this weekend at a pet cemetery. So this was the reason I left class early.