Personal Narrative On A Drop Of A Kitten

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.

On July 6th of 2013, my mother and I got a call to go pick up two newborn baby kittens, one an orange tabby and the other a calico, they were found in a bush near the mountains. The family who found them said they would bring them in for the night since the rough terrain held mountain lions and coyotes; they could have their lives claimed at any moment before they could even try to live.

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.

I watched as her cheeks went slightly red for a moment at my questioning. Perhaps it was my wording of it. Still, she nodded her head after looking over the phone thoughtfully.

It’s been 5 years since that night at my grandma’s house in 2012. We went up to my grandma’s cabin around Thanksgiving but something wasn’t right. My dog Birch wasn’t acting right. We went to bed thinking everything was ok, but during the middle of the night, Birch ran away. He was found in the woods near my grandparents house. My dad brought him back into the house and we all went back to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to find Birch lifeless on the ground. My mother next to him and my dad on the bed. As I walked into the room I tried to hold the tears back but it was too hard. The tears flowed down my face and over my hands as I covered my mouth. Birch was dead. It took a while for this to

We have sympathy for my mom's friend Tammy. She wanted to keep the kitten but, she also had

Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head, he couldn’t think or say a word. He was tall and stout. Wore a size 17 shoe, and has dark red eyes. Bob was the most scariest cop in the whole Police Department. Bob had to take down the biggest gang in the world THE KITTENS. The reason they are called The Kittens is because every time they rob a store, they whore kittens masks.

When my family got to Wichita Falls, my parents rented a house. It wasn’t too big, but it was big enough for us. It had a large tree in the backyard, which would’ve been fun to climb if I had known how to. We were neighbors with two teenage girls, both of which were amazing and would babysit us all the time. They would juggle and make tornado funnels in water jugs so we would laugh. Also in Wichita Falls, I got my second dog, Emma Jay, who has already passed away from cancer. She was so kind and gentle. However, not many months after my family had gotten Emma, my father was

A kitten might be depressed after being separated from her mother and siblings. If she was a stray who was already alone when rescued, the kitten's depression could reflect traumatic experiences of being lost, hurt, hungry, cold or abandoned. Before cheering up your kitten, you will need to make her feel secure with you. Sit near her and speak quietly, without overwhelming her. Provide a warm, cozy, retreat where she can curl up and rest.

A couple months ago during the summer before 7th grade my grandma came to visit for a month while she was recovering from a leg injury. My grandma owned two cats Sylvester and Red. Sylvester was 15 and Red was 14, Sylvester was much more social than Red. But you could tell that they both loved each other very deeply. Now my grandma is not what people would call a crazy cat lady known by many people because of television. But she loved her cats as much as she loved my mom, me, and my brother. Which I did not have a problem with.

the story everything will be ok by James Howe cared for the kitten because, he brought it home. A way that i mean that is it had puss out of its eye, barely any fur, wood chips in the little chunks of fur he had and boogers in its nose. That shows that he cared for it and wanted it to be alive. So he took it home and cared for it in the little time he could. But of course

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to save people and animals. Last September, I found a kitten on the side of the road and of course, I picked it up. She was covered in fleas and has about as small as my palm. Her bones were protruding far outward due to the lack of fat and muscle. When I got her home and into the bath, she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. That first night, I was

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

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.