Nosey died. :(
My Labor Day consisted of cookouts and cats dying. :-/
I literally watched my cat die from extreme blood loss and there was nothing I could do about it. YES I got hysterical. HELLO. There was so much fucking blood!
I guess she scratched her artery or something open in her neck and ran inside and trailed blood into the kitchen, and got blood all over my feet. Then, I went into the kitchen to see wtf was happening and how bad this really was, and HOLY SHIT. There's blood all over the floor, she staggared into the cabinet thing 'cause she's losing so much blood she can't even walk, and she just lays down and there's blood pumping out of her and onto the floor and she's lying in a pool of her own blood and GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING DISGUSTING/SAD. I felt so helpless. What could I do, call 911 and say help my cat's bleeding to death? Christ. So I scream for my brother and I'm all hysterical and crying, "Help her! Oh god! What can I do?!" and thankfully my dad came in like a minute later, but if you think about how small a kitty is and how much blood she lost in that minute she was kinda fucked.
So he took her outside and I guess put pressure on her neck for a while to try and stop the bleeding but who knows if that really worked. I looked outside the door and she's just laying there w/ a blood soaked towel beneath her neck and trying to meow w/ this crazy helpless look in her eyes and I'm fucking bawling like a psycho but HEY, this cat's been around since I can remember so cut me some slack. To watch my own cat bleed to death before my eyes is just not something I can really keep my cool over. Actually, it was more my dad's cat, but it was in household so whatever. GOD. Just totally gross and I couldn't even sleep last night 'cause the memories of her falling into the cabinet and into her pool of blood, and knowing she was just lying outside my bedroom window dying at any minute really didn't make for decent sleep.
Then my dad's like, "You shouldn't have cried so much. What if that was your brother?"
Uh, maybe I would've called fucking 911 and done something about it but it WASN'T my brother it was a kitty. :-/ FUCK!
I literally watched my cat die from extreme blood loss and there was nothing I could do about it. YES I got hysterical. HELLO. There was so much fucking blood!
I guess she scratched her artery or something open in her neck and ran inside and trailed blood into the kitchen, and got blood all over my feet. Then, I went into the kitchen to see wtf was happening and how bad this really was, and HOLY SHIT. There's blood all over the floor, she staggared into the cabinet thing 'cause she's losing so much blood she can't even walk, and she just lays down and there's blood pumping out of her and onto the floor and she's lying in a pool of her own blood and GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING DISGUSTING/SAD. I felt so helpless. What could I do, call 911 and say help my cat's bleeding to death? Christ. So I scream for my brother and I'm all hysterical and crying, "Help her! Oh god! What can I do?!" and thankfully my dad came in like a minute later, but if you think about how small a kitty is and how much blood she lost in that minute she was kinda fucked.
So he took her outside and I guess put pressure on her neck for a while to try and stop the bleeding but who knows if that really worked. I looked outside the door and she's just laying there w/ a blood soaked towel beneath her neck and trying to meow w/ this crazy helpless look in her eyes and I'm fucking bawling like a psycho but HEY, this cat's been around since I can remember so cut me some slack. To watch my own cat bleed to death before my eyes is just not something I can really keep my cool over. Actually, it was more my dad's cat, but it was in household so whatever. GOD. Just totally gross and I couldn't even sleep last night 'cause the memories of her falling into the cabinet and into her pool of blood, and knowing she was just lying outside my bedroom window dying at any minute really didn't make for decent sleep.
Then my dad's like, "You shouldn't have cried so much. What if that was your brother?"
Uh, maybe I would've called fucking 911 and done something about it but it WASN'T my brother it was a kitty. :-/ FUCK!