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Anonymous
Three stories
One. It was the day before halloween and my cat, white sox had given birth to a litter of kittens in my Mom's room. My brother and I (I was about 4 or 5, he about 7 or 8) stared and played with the kittens, until he had decided that they smelled really bad. So he got a can of aerosol spray, and sprayed the kittens. 2 hours later, they died a long a labored death. I felt guilty about it for years.
2. When i was 10 we had the most adorable, sweetest, loveable pure white cat, Snowball. He was truly the best cat I ever had, but one day he went missing. I searched the entire neighborhood for him, calling out his name, but I had a bad feeling that he would never show up again. So I proceded back home. Several hours later, my mom's boyfriend brought the barely alive cat back and put him on her bed. We sat there, trying to call any vet that was open (it was sunday, and it was in Georgia), and while that happened, he slowly died.
I still remember to this day, his eyes watering as he died. As a kid, I thought he was crying (but later found out that when things die, they excrete everything)
This last one isn't a death, but it was close. Another cat we had, cloudy (was very fluffy white and grey, sister to Snowball). My mother had a heating pad that she would always put on her back when she went to sleep, so there was a cord always hanging down the bed, and to the wall. During the night, Cloudy knocked a glass of water onto the ground, and proceded to chew on the heating pad cord and was, electrocuted
We performed cpr, and after 2 days of not sleeping, keeping her warm,and watching her seizure, she survived and returned to normal to live to a ripe old age of 14..
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