i miss him
My cat Bailey died last night, on Christmas. We came home from my uncle's house he looked very sick and in alot of pain. His urinary tract infection had started up again, only this time it affected his kidneys and he couldn't pee. I knew he was infatal trouble when I found out he couldn't pee. I just said "mom, Bailey is really sick." and I went
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i had a similar situation in august. My cat, dusty, was 16. Since i am only 18, i dont remember ever not having him in the house. We had just gotten a new kitten, Pistol Pete. I secretly think that is what made him sick--like he thought we didnt care about him anymore so he just gave up. in all honesty, when the new kitten came home, we all spent a lot more time with him than with dusty. i regret it a lot. anyrate, dust had kidney disease, but it was still in stage 1 or 2 when he started getting really sick. he hid under my bed for days and wouldnt come out to eat or anything. He would hiss at anyone who came near him, and he wouldnt even come out for his favorite treat, which just a bit earlier he would do anything for... when he spent a week under my bed, my dad decided that it was time we take him to the vet... he was very skinny as it was cos of his kidney diease, and with him not eating for a week now, he was going to starve to death. We had to call my brother, who lives in Annapolis at the Naval Academy to say goodbye. He was verrrry close with dusty, we all were. Matt drove up in the middle of the nite so that he could be there to say goodbye. unfortunitly, the navy wouldnt give him the weekend, so he had to leave about 3 hours after he got home at 8am. the next morning we got him all packed up and took him to the vet. i held him in the car cos he was in so much pain... the whole time i was bawling...i couldnt stop it.My boyfirend was there with us, and he was bawling too. it was sweet,but i felt horrible. We all said our goodbyes, and the vet took him away. Istill think back and can remember his confused face when the vet took him away. it makes me cry every time i think about it. even tho i said my goodbyes, it didnt make it any easier... i look at pictures now, and it makes me cry... i still look in my mom and dad's room to see if he's there. He always slept on their bed, and he knew when someone was in the door way,even if he was under the covers. He had this odd pur-like noise he did, like he was saying "whose there?" it was cute. i still stand in the doorway waiting for it... but he never calls... i miss him a lot.
i hope this didnt make you sad... it feels good to tell someone the story, especialy someone who know exactly what im talking about... i hope i didnt go on and on and bore you...
-Laura
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