Descriptive Essay On My Favorite Cat

I was awaken by my mothers frantic crying. Immediatly I broke down because I already knew what that meant. My grandpa was no longer living. We rushed to hospice were his cold lifeless body was still laying in the hospital bed. Walking into that room was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. The moment we stepped into the door our family members were all circled around the hospital bed and all that was heard was weeping and crying. My mother was clearly affected the most by his death because she was the definition of a daddy’s girl. When she saw him laying there she instantly brroke down and rushed to his bedside and began talking to him as if he was alive. I remember her repeadtly saying “ I love you Wedaddy”. The look on my mothers face broke my heart. She had always been the light in a dark room. She was always the person that found a way to put a smile on everyones face. I had never seen her like this and it frightened me. Looking at my garndpa lay there lifeless and realizing I would never be able to get one of his famous hugs hurt

My mom spoke very little to each of us and seemed to be gone longer and longer each day until Saturday, which was moving day. That Saturday I had a band concert for relay for life at my local park. As the performance came to an end my best friend and I hop in the backseat of her mom's sweltering car and crank up the radio. We listen to our favorite throwbacks as her mom speeds down the streets rushing to get me home. As we pull in the drive, an unfamiliar vehicle idles in my driveway. Inside my house lays all of my moms belongings neatly piled up by the door waiting to be taken. My mom greets me at the door and introduces me to her boyfriend. He is much taller than me and talks down to me as if I'm a child. I cut the conversation short and sit on the couch with my dog Casey as they continue moving her things. After the last item is hauled away, my mom looks at me through the glass of the front door and says “I'll pick up Casey later.” and vanishes without another

We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.

I remember when two of my kittens died in my hands, one recently and one when I was almost nine. I remember their names, Midnight is the one that died recently, Pudge is the one that died when I was almost nine. They were born sickly when they were born. I miss them so much, but I know they are angels now. They fly with everyone I lost whom are in heaven.

On November 12th I let my cats out, as usual, to let them enojy the nature that we love. I always appriciated my cats listening to me, but like any other kitten they had "their days." They starred at the streets acting as if I was not calling them inside. I innocently made sure they got what they wanted and left them out over night. Like every morning I make sure my cats get fed, but whose going

After a long time of tears, torture, and heart-ache, my mom was sitting on the couch why I was on my knees leaning on the armrest listening to her why she talks, with a bright smile on her face she calmly said, “They can’t find any cancer in me.” My face lit up, as my smile got bigger and bigger. I jumped on my mom giving her a big hug just screaming out of

First, It all started when I wokwas watching YouTube while my mom and brother were at the vet because my cat was acting and deeply breathing weird. Then, I got a random call from my brother and said they had to put our cat Kittles down. I thought everything was going to be fine because I thought my cat was a little sick… but I was wrong. It was a somber and gloomy couple of weeks.

I was getting ready for school tomorrow and I had made a miniature bed for chubs in the kitchen earlier that day. he was looking more dried out since the visit. my mom's friends had left a good 30 minutes ago they stopped by to see what is going on and to socialize of course, seeing the Bed I Made Chubbs they said goodbye to him and gave him a abundant amount of lovins. Around 10:05 p.m. I had got everything ready for bed and I gave chubbs a hug and kiss, telling i loved him before i went to bed. But what I didn't know that would be his last goodbye… October 16th 5:15 a.m. My mom woke me up and told me the news.. Chubbs has passed away. As she spoke those words it struck me like a bullet into my heart, Shattering my emotions like a glass mirror. after she had said that I quickly rushed into the kitchen. and I saw the lifeless corpse of my beloved cat. My first instinct was to take a picture with my Ipod, doing so I have took the picture and put the device away. Coming back to his corpse it struck me harder than a glass window being struck by a hammer.I got on my knees my face covered by the cold hard truth of what I had happened. being thrown into a pit list void of isolation depression, I didn't know what to do. only had one instinct to do which was cry. my parents also being shocked of the passing hugged each other in remorse. The lesson i've learned is that don't be attach yourself to someone to long. I have been hurt to long . This is dedicated to my first cat

I was a sophomore in high school when I rescued a kitty. In the middle of freezing January morning, I woke up to my dad babbling about a kitty outside. My dad needed my help. I got up instantly and followed my dad to the basement and found an orange kitty curled up in the window well. I thought it could die any time. My dad carefully picked up the fragile kitty up and put her in a safe cage. I watched the kitty, unsure what to do. I finally decided to give the kitty a bath and fed it with milk. It was unbelievably thin, I could feel the ribs as I pet her. I took care of her daily. After two weeks, the kitty recovered so well, it made me ask my parents to let me keep it. Our debate lasted for about a week until they finally let me to keep it. I was so thrilled. This

On the way home my dad was telling me that she wouldn’t eat, drink and she couldn’t even get up to relieve herself. He said that she had completely given up. Depressing huh? Well when we got home I could not think of anything else to do but lay down next to her. After about ten minutes of being with her my dad said my mom was on her way home and when she got home we would take Malea to the vet to put her down. For the first time in my life, I never wanted my mom to come home. As sad as I was, inside I knew that it was better to put her down then let her suffer all because I wanted her.

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

Soon we got to my grandma's house and we rushed to her room and saw her in her bed but, she didn't give me that big bear hug. On her stomach was the orange and yellow thing, I tried to grab it but my mom just gave it to me in tears. They grabbed these big brown things and started to put her stuff in there. My mom found another orange and yellow thing and didn't put it in the big brown box thing she put it in my diaper bag while giving it a kiss. She and my grandma were heart broken. A person came up to my mom and said,¨ I'm sorry for your lost.¨ and left

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly