my cat. . ..

[walkwithheroes]

Oliver was 14 year old care and was put to sleep tonight. He had a tumor in his stomach that had grown so much, his other organs had moved to one side. His lungs were moving upward, so he was drooling, unable to eat and barely breathing. I have several pets, but he was my (and my parents) favorite. He was quiet and sweet and adorable. Even as he was slowly starving to death, he would seek out his favorite places and people. He was a beautiful creature and wherever he is, I hope he's happy.

My sister works at the vet and they put him to sleep. I believe she was with him at the end. My father is out of town, so my mother had to call him. She told me that he wasn't taking it well and that he was falling apart on the phone. It may seem silly to some, but after living with a cat for 14 years - nearly 15 - they are family. They are an extra sibling/child/family member - and you love them. So, yes, I'm beyond sad right now. I wish he could have stayed, but if he's no longer in pain, that's good. I'll miss him terribly.

I actually have a presentation tomorrow and then I have a field trip to a nursing home. I hope I don't start crying in the middle of class.

Comments

[dangermousie]

I am very sorry :(

[walkwithheroes]

Thanks. I already miss him. And, it doesn't help that I'm not 100% sure if he's been put to sleep yet or if he'll be put to sleep tomorrow morning. My mom won't tell me, because she knows I have a huge presentation tomorrow. I think she thinks that if I think Oliver is still alive, I won't cry at university.

Meanwhile, he's left two siblings from the same litter. They keep looking for him, and I feel horribly, because while I'm sure they understand he's gone, I'm not sure they understand he's dead and not coming back. :(