It took me a long, long time before I learned how to live with Neko's passing. Partly because of the way my folks botched it so badly. There is a part of me, I think, that will never forgive that, and it's why I reacted so fiercely when Sam got sick and my mom tried to argue with me over how to deal with it.
I just wish that K.C. hadn't suffered. Whatever it was, even if it was something fatal, I wish I'd known so I could have done something for him, and he wouldn't have had to go alone, most likely scared and in pain on a cold hard garage floor. That's the bit that gets me the most. :( I miss his battering-ram-style headbutts...he was this big cat with a tiny little squeaky meow, and although he wasn't big on being held and cuddled, he did like to be petted and when he wanted attention that was his way of telling you.
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It took me a long, long time before I learned how to live with Neko's passing. Partly because of the way my folks botched it so badly. There is a part of me, I think, that will never forgive that, and it's why I reacted so fiercely when Sam got sick and my mom tried to argue with me over how to deal with it.
I just wish that K.C. hadn't suffered. Whatever it was, even if it was something fatal, I wish I'd known so I could have done something for him, and he wouldn't have had to go alone, most likely scared and in pain on a cold hard garage floor. That's the bit that gets me the most. :( I miss his battering-ram-style headbutts...he was this big cat with a tiny little squeaky meow, and although he wasn't big on being held and cuddled, he did like to be petted and when he wanted attention that was his way of telling you.
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