I'm in a world of shit...
My cat is dying and I've not seen him since January.
My mother says his eyes are showing a glossy grayish color and he's not leaving the basement of her new house. He's just curled up in a ball day to day, and she can't get him to eat.
I can't stop crying. I almost cried at work, I'm trying to not think about it.
I feel really horrible and I miss him. I grew up with my cat, ever since I was little he's been there for me.
I taught him so many tricks and he used to go catch squirrels, rabbits,...
She said when I moved out last October, he began to 'get really sick'. I used to devote almost all my time to him back in high school. It was always like that, I'd always come home and hold him for awhile, then go swimming, he'd always follow me outside and watch.
He was always content, quiet, and would purr constantly.
I feel weak, if I had the money at the time, I would have taken him with me when I moved out. I feel like it's my fault. I won't let it happen again, but I know there's nothing I can do now but to pray for his peace. I wish I could have given him a better life. Damn it, I tried my hardest when I was with him.