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My cat died. I don't wanna write "one of my cats" because that makes it sound like they're interchangeable, which they're absolutely not. Plus, Elvis was always the more cuddlesome of the two. You could pick him up and carry him around whenever you wanted, and he wouldn't mind. When I was reading or typing he'd curl up and sleep next to me. He was also extremely playful, always prepared to chase after toys or just be cuddled for a bit. He never bit, he never scratched (except the vet ;)), he loved fish and cooked chicken meat, when he was upset he yowled like a baby seal, and I'm going to miss him terribly.
His death came rather sudden. He was fine last week. Then, this weekend he started eating a bit less, but he still played with me. Yesterday he rarely left his favourite hiding spot, so I asked my brother if he could take us to the vet this morning. The vet discovered there was water in his lungs and she gave him a medicament to drain it to help him breathe. The added stress by the trip could not have helped either. Elvis choked about two hours later and my brother and mom took his body back to the vet to be cremated a couple of hours ago. I didn't want to go with them. I just need to be sad and not do anything for a bit. The worst bit for me is that I wasn't even there for him because I was off at the toll station because the have the most ludicrous opening hours ever. He had just died like a minute before I came back. Of course I would not have been able to do anything but maybe he wouldn't have been as afraid.
I'm grateful for all the time my kitty spent with me, I just wish the ending had been smoother.
His death came rather sudden. He was fine last week. Then, this weekend he started eating a bit less, but he still played with me. Yesterday he rarely left his favourite hiding spot, so I asked my brother if he could take us to the vet this morning. The vet discovered there was water in his lungs and she gave him a medicament to drain it to help him breathe. The added stress by the trip could not have helped either. Elvis choked about two hours later and my brother and mom took his body back to the vet to be cremated a couple of hours ago. I didn't want to go with them. I just need to be sad and not do anything for a bit. The worst bit for me is that I wasn't even there for him because I was off at the toll station because the have the most ludicrous opening hours ever. He had just died like a minute before I came back. Of course I would not have been able to do anything but maybe he wouldn't have been as afraid.
I'm grateful for all the time my kitty spent with me, I just wish the ending had been smoother.