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

It all started the day a family wanted to give away some kittens. She called my mother-in-law and told her that we could come over and look at some of kittens and that we could have one of them, because she could not keep them all. So we went over to her house and hung out for a little while and looked at the kittens. I do not think that they were a month old at that time on the account of their size. The original plan was only to take home, but that is not what happened. We all started talking and playing with the kittens, I had one and my husband had another. They both seemed like us so much that the family friend kind of haggled us into taking both the female and the male home, who we named Lily and Wade. Interestingly enough, the male cat’s name came from a comic book character.

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.

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.

One day my mom had a innocent idea that turned into one of the most traumatizing experience of my life. She decided to take us to the mall but, little did I know that I would get lost. It began as we walked around, I noticed a new toy at the toy store. I went over to look at it, I picked up the toy and said “look mom it talks”, but to my surprise she was gone and nowhere to be found. My four year old mind went into panic mode, as if it was running around in circles. A few moments later a kind lady comes up to me and ask if I was lost. I answered yes and she took my hand to look for my mom. It was soon after that I found her, I quickly ran to her and gave her a big hug. As I began to tell her how scared I was, I had tears rolling down my face.

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.

When I was 10 years old, I didn’t want a bike for my birthday. I didn’t ask for games and I didn’t ask for toys, what I asked for was cat food. Over the past year, I had been volunteering at my local humane society, socializing cats and walking dogs in the hopes that they would be able to someday find their forever home. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a special affinity to animals. My best friends for the beginning of my life were my cats Theo and Chicken, and after rescuing Chicken from the animal shelter, I wanted to find a way to help animals that had more trouble getting adopted. As soon as I was old enough, I began volunteering at our local animal shelter, Homeward Bound. The feeling of coaxing a cat out of hiding and acclimating

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