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Losing one of my cats is the hardest thing I've had to go through since my aunt's death. It might seem weird to some that I'm comparing his death with my aunt's...but anyone who has lost a close pet KNOWS that it ranks right up there with a human family member. He was my man, got me through a lot of heart ache all through middle school and high school. He was such a lover, Baby was the sassy one. We'll never know exactly what was wrong with him, he went so fast. But I love him so much still. He'll always be a part of me. I had a dream about him last night...I could feel his soft fur, and hear his deep purring. God it was so real. I'm going to go home this weekend...and I really think it'll be one of the saddest trip home. I just need my mom and dad to hold me, it's been just as hard on them. I know they've both cried as much as I have. His little grave is in our side yard by some pretty bushes, so I know I'll be over there...
UGH. You guys it just sucks so much.
I called my house yesterday, and I heard my little brother Monty, ask dad if it was me on the phone. As dad was handing the phone to mom, I heard him ask mom to see if I was bringing Emma home. Just hearing the hope in his voice broke my heart. And I talked to my dad this morning, and told him I was planning on bringing Emma home. I could tell it made him happier. He said Baby needed Emma, and they Baby was really lonely. When I got Emma, he was determined that I know that she wasn't going to be the "home" cat because he wasn't going to have to support 3 of my cats. Things change. I know he really wants her back too.
I'll be ok without a cat for now. If not, I'll get another animal later this semester...or something.
RIP Fat Boy. I love you little man.
UGH. You guys it just sucks so much.
I called my house yesterday, and I heard my little brother Monty, ask dad if it was me on the phone. As dad was handing the phone to mom, I heard him ask mom to see if I was bringing Emma home. Just hearing the hope in his voice broke my heart. And I talked to my dad this morning, and told him I was planning on bringing Emma home. I could tell it made him happier. He said Baby needed Emma, and they Baby was really lonely. When I got Emma, he was determined that I know that she wasn't going to be the "home" cat because he wasn't going to have to support 3 of my cats. Things change. I know he really wants her back too.
I'll be ok without a cat for now. If not, I'll get another animal later this semester...or something.
RIP Fat Boy. I love you little man.