Memorial to Cricket :( :(
My cat -_-. She passed away last night.
I was sooo not prepared for it. I wasn't. We had even thought she was getting better. Her gasping for breath had stopped for the most part, until we would have to pick her up to bring her into the laundry room at night (That's where the cats eat and sleep at night).
And then, at 7am, my mother comes into my room, pushing open my door. I was already halk-awake (I do that when I see light streaming from underneath my door), and I automatically shoot up in my bed. I don't know what it is that compels me to say it, but I also automatically say, "Something happened to Cricket?"
I never meant for me to give me an answer in the affirmative. Never ever.
Gods. I'm crying again.
I'm silly, really. She's in a better place now. She's NOT suffering in her mortal body, but off prancing with other kitties in whatever world they go to. I don't know.
All I know that she's not on MY world, making a little 'peep' when I touch her lightly on the back when she doesn't realize someone is there. She's not here,putting my bracelets into her mouth and tugging it into her mouth when I rub a certain 'spot' on her back. She's not going to kick her foot like how I remember seeing Thumper did in the movie, when you scratch at just the right spot on her neck. She's not going to be heard crying mournfully when she 'catches' a barbie shoe or a rubber band, crying as if it's her baby, and she has it by the ruff in her mouth. She's never going to close her eyes in happiness when she tells me she loves me (we have our special ways). She's never going to lick my hand, when I pet her 'just the right way'. She's just not going to be there.
I might add two pictures of her that I found on my computer that I took of her a few weeks ago. I was, like, she might die any night now, I best take some pictures of her. I know it was morbid to think that, but it was true. We didn't know anything.
And I literally can hardly type anything at the moment, as my eyes are, like, streaming now. And writing 10 words per minute, and trying to see what it is that I'm doing is not easy.
I just hope she passed away painlessly. I would die if I knew she died painfully.
Great. Another wave of tears -_______- *major sniffffles*
I was sooo not prepared for it. I wasn't. We had even thought she was getting better. Her gasping for breath had stopped for the most part, until we would have to pick her up to bring her into the laundry room at night (That's where the cats eat and sleep at night).
And then, at 7am, my mother comes into my room, pushing open my door. I was already halk-awake (I do that when I see light streaming from underneath my door), and I automatically shoot up in my bed. I don't know what it is that compels me to say it, but I also automatically say, "Something happened to Cricket?"
I never meant for me to give me an answer in the affirmative. Never ever.
Gods. I'm crying again.
I'm silly, really. She's in a better place now. She's NOT suffering in her mortal body, but off prancing with other kitties in whatever world they go to. I don't know.
All I know that she's not on MY world, making a little 'peep' when I touch her lightly on the back when she doesn't realize someone is there. She's not here,putting my bracelets into her mouth and tugging it into her mouth when I rub a certain 'spot' on her back. She's not going to kick her foot like how I remember seeing Thumper did in the movie, when you scratch at just the right spot on her neck. She's not going to be heard crying mournfully when she 'catches' a barbie shoe or a rubber band, crying as if it's her baby, and she has it by the ruff in her mouth. She's never going to close her eyes in happiness when she tells me she loves me (we have our special ways). She's never going to lick my hand, when I pet her 'just the right way'. She's just not going to be there.
I might add two pictures of her that I found on my computer that I took of her a few weeks ago. I was, like, she might die any night now, I best take some pictures of her. I know it was morbid to think that, but it was true. We didn't know anything.
And I literally can hardly type anything at the moment, as my eyes are, like, streaming now. And writing 10 words per minute, and trying to see what it is that I'm doing is not easy.
I just hope she passed away painlessly. I would die if I knew she died painfully.
Great. Another wave of tears -_______- *major sniffffles*