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Anonymous
the last cat i had that died on me was a cat i had since i was five, until i was about thirteen or so. he was an orange tabby, and a couple months before he had contracted feline leukemia from a cat fight (which he kicked ass in, by the way. was a tough little fucker till the bitter end..) my parents said they never put him to sleep because i was objecting to it, but i knew my mom was dead set against it for whatever reason. he was suffering and in pain, though it was dulled through the expensive medication and treatments my parents paid for..i came home one day and he was sprawled out infront of our heater, dead and stiff as a board. my mother said she was sitting in a couch, near him as he neared death. she said she swore he was giving her an apologetic look, like he was trying to hold on for dear life or something. my mom said it was okay for him to die and then he did. sounds pretty fruity i know, plus it was my mom saying it but it's still pretty sad. fucked up thing was when my mom waited for me to come home for ME to stuff him in a box. she just literally sat there next to his dead body reading ann rice or some shit.
i don't know what i'd do if any of my two cats died. i don't even want to know how each of them might react, they're sisters and they've never been away from each other. save for one time my one had to be stitched up after a cat fight, the other seemed like she was depressed about the cat not being home with her.
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