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Jan 04, 2009 22:56

The past few weeks I keep having a recurring dream that, out of the blue, I realize I own a kitten that I've completely fogotten about for at least a month or so. I also realize that this whole time the kitten has been trapped in a room that nobody ever enters, without food and water, and has undoubtedly starved to death. And I'm too afraid to ( Read more... )

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notrajah January 5 2009, 06:35:56 UTC
When I went to Florida for my grandfather's funeral a year or so ago, I moved Frank's (my chinchilla) cage to the kitchen, where he'd be nice and cool and wouldn't overheat. Since their digestive systems are critically sensitive, I thoroughly chinchilla-proofed the kitchen. I even asked my mom to check in on him, even though I would only be gone for the weekend ( ... )

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okaasan59 January 5 2009, 14:54:01 UTC
*hugs*

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dirtyoldlady January 6 2009, 00:45:58 UTC
*hugs* I am so sorry. I really sympathize with your loss, and with your sense of guilt. You did the best you could for him with the knowledge you had at the time; that's all anyone can ask. It's too easy to beat ourselves up for decisions we make that look bad to us in hindsight. I hope that in time you're able to forgive yourself.

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sunhawk16 January 6 2009, 00:52:39 UTC
Oh ouch. *hugs you tight* I can't even imagine the horror of that moment. *shudders* But sweetie, it's not very likely it would have turned out much different if he hadn't been in that bathroom. Cats have a tendency to hide when they're that sick, it's very likely that he'd have just crawled under some piece of furniture or something and the only difference the next morning is you'd have had to go looking for him. You couldn't possibly have known, though I know that probably doesn't help a bit. *hugs you more*

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brianna_aisling January 6 2009, 01:23:19 UTC
When my cat Franky died, he was alone, too, because I had to go to school the next day and even though he was crying for me, I needed to go to sleep. I still regret not staying in the kitchen with him that last night, and it's been nearly 10 years since he died. Thinking about that night still makes me cry.

I'm sorry you have to feel like this, and I'm sorry Mr. Cake died. I hope you feel at least a little bit better and soon. *hugs*

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