My Little Sweetheart
This past Saturday, April 23, 2006 was the last I will ever see of my black domestic longhair "Boo". He lived with me and Ricky in our apartment for two months, but he was my cat for at least 15 years. Friday we were forced to take him to the emergency room after noticing he wasn't walking, eating or drinking, and spent 400 dollars on a shot and an examination. They told us we may have to put him down. Saturday we went to the Waterhouse Vet and sat there for about 3 hours crying and deciding if this was what we really wanted to do. I was in shambles and the only thing keeping me even close to sane was the support of my honey Rick.
You may be thinking, "Who cares? It's just a cat," but considering that he was my first pet ever, I would have to say that this was a very hard thing to do. For me it was as if I was choosing for one of my own family members to die. He had kidney failure and only had function of 1/3 of them. It would have never gotten any better, and I couldn't stand the idea of allowing him to suffer even if I would without him. This morning was the first day I woke up without him at my feet.
When I went into the restroom I found myself stepping around where he usually sits and waits for me to come out, and then again in the kitchen. Afterwords, when I was going back into the room I looked into the living room and saw a figure lying in the middle of the room. I called out "Boo! Boo Kitty! Come her baby!" because I was half asleep. After getting upset that he that wasn't coming to my calls, I walked over and picked him up, needless to say, it wasn't him, it was my fuzzy brown purse lying there. I spent at least 3 hours in tears, adding on to the 7 or so hours I had done yesterday.
He was my baby, and I don't think I will ever stop walking around him, and I will always hear his meow. I hope I get through this soon, but the tiny clay paw print they made me in his memory won't help any. As long as I have pictures, that paw print, and all of his little catnip mice and toys he loved so much, I'm not sure if I could ever forget this weekend. I miss him. All I need is some support, because he was and always will be my baby.
BOO CARVER: OCTOBER 31, 1991 - APRIL 23, 2006
You may be thinking, "Who cares? It's just a cat," but considering that he was my first pet ever, I would have to say that this was a very hard thing to do. For me it was as if I was choosing for one of my own family members to die. He had kidney failure and only had function of 1/3 of them. It would have never gotten any better, and I couldn't stand the idea of allowing him to suffer even if I would without him. This morning was the first day I woke up without him at my feet.
When I went into the restroom I found myself stepping around where he usually sits and waits for me to come out, and then again in the kitchen. Afterwords, when I was going back into the room I looked into the living room and saw a figure lying in the middle of the room. I called out "Boo! Boo Kitty! Come her baby!" because I was half asleep. After getting upset that he that wasn't coming to my calls, I walked over and picked him up, needless to say, it wasn't him, it was my fuzzy brown purse lying there. I spent at least 3 hours in tears, adding on to the 7 or so hours I had done yesterday.
He was my baby, and I don't think I will ever stop walking around him, and I will always hear his meow. I hope I get through this soon, but the tiny clay paw print they made me in his memory won't help any. As long as I have pictures, that paw print, and all of his little catnip mice and toys he loved so much, I'm not sure if I could ever forget this weekend. I miss him. All I need is some support, because he was and always will be my baby.
BOO CARVER: OCTOBER 31, 1991 - APRIL 23, 2006