OK, Universe! No More Cats! (warning for graphic descriptions of death)

[sarahenany]

I... love cats more than humanly possible, I think. So... Many of you know about my darling Sukkara, my sweet kitty who was stolen/let out last year. I swore I'd never get another cat, then was weakened by an adorable orange cat, looked like an adult but was in fact a 7-month-old Persian. I first saw him at a pet shop maybe three weeks ago. (Pet

Comments

[dorinda]

I'm sorry about your kitten. You may only have had him five days, but it's still sad. You cared about him and tried to save him. I'm glad he had you looking after him for his last days on earth--he must have been more comfortable, and that's definitely something.

[sarahenany]

Thanks - it means a lot. I did keep stroking him until the very end...

*sigh*

I never did ask you where your adorable icon is from.

[dorinda]

It's a screencap from the 1981 British miniseries of "Brideshead Revisited", from the episode where Sebastian (on the left) and Charles (on the right) are in Venice, and are standing together looking out to sea. Since I don't have a paid LJ account I have very few icons, so the ones I have often serve multiple functions. (And sadly, all of my I Spy icons are over on my Dreamwidth journal. Which reminds me to say that your icon is beautiful! Poor Scotty. So luminous even in his suffering.)

[msmoat]

It's wonderful that you gave him those last five days. He was purring; he was happy. He would have died anyway, alone and scared and miserable. You gave him all that love. I know it was hard, but I am so glad you were there for him. *Hugs*

[sarahenany]

Aw. You... *snif* I feel like asking, now, like a little girl, "You really think he was happy? Reallyreallyreally?" Because part of me thinks, if I'd rescued him those ten days ago when I first saw him, I might have been in time to save him. But I have such terrible housemate-strife, and I was worried he'd pee on/claw the furniture, and... But, you know, I try to tell myself that they should have taken care of him and made sure he was reasonably healthy and happy (they keep them in cages outside in this cold all day! Filthy cages, too!) even if I hadn't bought him. But still, I knew how much he was starved for affection, and didn't do anything...

I'm sorry to unload on you. That's what you get for sending me beautiful, positive thoughts. But, thank you, really. It's just me spilling out hurt all over everything. Sorry. Thank you.

[leviathan0999]

Others have said what I would say: The four days you gave him were days of love, compassion, and caring he would otherwise never have had.

Almost twenty yeas ago now, my dear friend "Cookie:"