I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.
That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night.
That traumatic night clearly showed me all that I had to lose, people and pets alike, and how suddenly it could happen. It also made me appreciative of all that I currently have. Ultimately, I realized how empty my life would be without my pets’ companionship. My suffering ceased when I could finally see Sally again, and I knew that she would be fine for the time being. My overall experience during this phase of my life truly gifted me with a previously unseen perspective, allowing me to value my loved ones every
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
I mostly slept for the three weeks. Stew cat was always with me. I kept thinking about TImothy and how amazing he was. I was walking to the beach when I heard Stew cat yelp. I searched for what felt like four hours. I finally found a cave. I tried to reach down to the bottom when I felt Stew cats paws on mine. Then, I felt three more sets of paws. I was confused, at first I thought there were more cats on the island, but then I realized that Stew cat had three baby kittens. I set my whole day to preparing a house for them and getting a lot of food.
Seeing an accident resulting in death, accidentally inflicting death or not having knowledge as to who, where, when, why and how of your cat may easily cause intense traumatic responses in people. If these described responses continue for the course of twenty-one to ninety days, talk to your doctor. Counseling may provide fresh ideas and free you from second guessing yourself.
A few days later on a sunny Saturday As we drove to the vet, Aj was crying like hecka, and I was starting to tear up just watching Aj cry. When we reached the office and walked to the vet’s room, it was time to inject Rexx to put him to sleep. With watery eyes we watched as the vet injected the Euthanasia solution into Rexx. Rexx lied down slowly, and after a few more deep breaths, stopped breathing and died. Aj, mom, and I cried during the whole process. It was even more sadder since Rexx died with his eyes open, so you can just stare into his lifeless eyes. I closed Rexx’s eyes since I couldn’t bear to look into them, and we all continued to cry for a while. When it was time to leave, I petted Rexx for the last time feeling his soft puffy fur, and
My feelings are closely related to this. I placed the flowers and wept silently of his death. I came back home with a burn in my leg and come back seeing my dear mother who slaves away everyday to only bring a small morsel of food. The food is a collection of near-expired potatoes and water. I feel the starving, but shamed to say anything of the screams of the crying baby. I go to the computer to see it crash over and over just to do a simple task. I finally quit, and lay down to my hay mattress remembering the comfy bed dad bought me which we sold to pay our fiancés. Our good life has gone downhill and now is stuck at the middle of the two valleys, never to come up without dogged persistence and force. Even if you surpass the steep hill, you must maintain where you are. It’s no use in our position.
Let me start off with an apology. When things first began, it was simple. So it goes that life eases into a dull, rhythmic, verse. You got lost and that’s my fault. All I am is sorry. Where did you go, I wonder? I ripped you from my warmth so many times in the velvet of night. So many times you stayed hidden amongst the shelves and floorboards; finding yourself reserved to that small corner on the sofa. What were you thinking of then? Somehow, you always found your way back to me. Somehow you tangled yourself around my skin and frighten off the chill. This…this feels like goodbye. Where did you go? How neglectful I was to disregard you- the very thing that gave me so much consistent comfort. My soul bearer of entertainment on rainy days and
I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. His body made a hard impact on the ruthless concrete that caught his fall. In a blink of an eye, I dropped to my knees and was now wrapping my arms around his lifeless body, hoping my warmth would bring him back. But to my disappointment, his body was still. I let my numb fingers gently graze his bitterly cold skin. For every second my finger tips came in contact with his skin, my heart shattered even more. I choke back a sob when I dared to make eye contact with his blank ones. My mouth was uncontrollably spewing out apologies to the love of my life. I was sorry. I was in pain. My body was numb while my heart sunk, and my stomach twisted into a bitter
When I adopted my cat Shadow Have you ever had a pet cat? I have and I still have him. He is probably sleeping away on my bed right now. When I brought him back from the barn, he meowed and meowed as he kept brushing his fur all over my clothes. My family and I named him Shadow because of his big golden eyes that glimmered as he stared up at me.He always stares up in my eyes, I can’t help but smile when he does. I pet his black silky, fluffy fur as his tail swayed back and forth. When I stopped petting him, he always reached his little paws out and looked like he was trying to grab my hand. Shadow’s claws gently sank into my skin as I pet him again. I wanted to squeeze him and hug him until I couldn’t hug him anymore, but I didn’t want to hurt him, so I just kept brushing my hand on his silky fur. Shadow slowly dozed off to sleep, and I knew from the start he would be the best cat, and he is, and he always will be.
I remember the day so vividly, the day that my life changed for the worst. It was just like every other year. We were going to get Tux, my cat, shaved. He’s a long-haired cat so we get him shaved every summer so he does not get unbearably hot. This
A Flushed Dream By: Taesun(John) Cho “No, No, NO!!!!” I shouted as my dad yanked down the handle and flushed the toilet. As the last remains of water went down the drain, I felt half my heart had gone down the drain as well. “It’s okay John, I’ll get you another fish, okay?” “No, it’s not okay. That was my first pet, and I let it die. I don’t deserve a pet anymore!” With that, I ran out of the bathroom, ran across the hallway, and slammed the door shut to my room. My dad tried to get me out of my room to eat dinner, but I wasn’t hungry. After crying on my bed for quite some time, I went to my bookshelf and pulled out my journal. I flipped open to a page that I had neatly folded and began to read. Reading it did not stop making me sad, but I wasn’t crying anymore. I closed the journal and began to recall in my head, the day I got my first pet.
The car ride was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that makes you uneasy. I looked out the window into the darkness and all I could see was the quick flash of street lights as we drove past them. On my lap was the heavy carrier where my very deep breathing, furry companion was laying. As we took a turn into the parking lot my stomach dropped and I suddenly felt the lasagna I had for dinner that night trying to make a second appearance. We got out the car and the four of us headed towards the door. I always hated the vet.
We all looked forward to seeing our cat again, but at the same time, dread gnawed at our stomachs as we waited for the day we had to say goodbye.