Most people will think this whole entry is stupid and will flame me. So, please don't either leave a comment or read this.
I found a kitty last Sunday. He could barely walk and was extremely thin; it was not even a month old so I took it home. Riku thought it was a good idea "Knowing your parents...you'll probably keep the little one"
He ate and drank like there was no tomorrow and he bit my finger. Was I mad? No. He was hungry and he thought that I would take his food away.The kitty was sleeping soundly in my neck and was purring. I smiled.
Next day, he was walking a little better and following me around. My other pets were jealous and were trying to get attention.
7:00 pm the kitten's back broke. And I know the person who was responsible for this. I will not say his name. Everytime he tried to get up, his neck fell down. We called the vet and tried to calm down. He wasn't there.
I started crying and punching the wall. I was furious. I cried for 3 hours straight.
At 10:00 pm the vet called back. He would tend the cat and put him to sleep. We went to the vet's, the whole way he was crying and I couldn't do a thing. He was in pain and it was my fault. Why did I listen to them? Why did I let that person have him? If it wasn't for me and that person...the kitten would still be alive.
He was asleep. It didn't hurt anymore, did it? You were better and you were no longer crying.
I felt a little better knowing he was no longer in pain but...my eyes hurt, my mouth hurt, my hands hurt, my head hurt, my stomache hurt. I was feeling sick.
My mother was worried and told me to take deep breathes. My brothers were worried and my sister was touching my hair and telling me "He's fine...it wasn't your fault"
Once we were in front of our house, I vomit. My brother carried me home and put me on my bed. I was not taking deep breathes, I was still crying and my stomache was kicking. They called Riku and begged him to come.
"It’s all right kiddo" he whispered, even as I clutched his sleek robes and buried my face against his chest. "It’s all right to cry."
Finally I cried myself dry. And I knew my face would be red and blotchy. My nose was runny. I tried to smooth down my hair; I was sure it was probably frizzy and tangled.
"You look fine, ******** beautiful." Was that supposed to be sarcasm? He carried me to the bathroom and told me I would be taking a shower with my clothes on. "I'll stay here with you" and he did. I just sat there, a few tears on my eyes.
He made me drink orange juice and carried me to bed. "Go to sleep"
If you read love stories like my sister, you'll probably read this sentence "...she cried herself to sleep" That's a lie. I couldn't sleep. My head was spinning and I woke up every 5 minutes to throw up.
I didn't go to school today. Riku slept on the floor. My phone's ringing like mad (my friends want to talk to me). And I'm having breakfast.
If I find another cat...I won't let that person touch her/him. I'm happy the kitten is no longer in pain.
Rest in peace...
I found a kitty last Sunday. He could barely walk and was extremely thin; it was not even a month old so I took it home. Riku thought it was a good idea "Knowing your parents...you'll probably keep the little one"
He ate and drank like there was no tomorrow and he bit my finger. Was I mad? No. He was hungry and he thought that I would take his food away.The kitty was sleeping soundly in my neck and was purring. I smiled.
Next day, he was walking a little better and following me around. My other pets were jealous and were trying to get attention.
7:00 pm the kitten's back broke. And I know the person who was responsible for this. I will not say his name. Everytime he tried to get up, his neck fell down. We called the vet and tried to calm down. He wasn't there.
I started crying and punching the wall. I was furious. I cried for 3 hours straight.
At 10:00 pm the vet called back. He would tend the cat and put him to sleep. We went to the vet's, the whole way he was crying and I couldn't do a thing. He was in pain and it was my fault. Why did I listen to them? Why did I let that person have him? If it wasn't for me and that person...the kitten would still be alive.
He was asleep. It didn't hurt anymore, did it? You were better and you were no longer crying.
I felt a little better knowing he was no longer in pain but...my eyes hurt, my mouth hurt, my hands hurt, my head hurt, my stomache hurt. I was feeling sick.
My mother was worried and told me to take deep breathes. My brothers were worried and my sister was touching my hair and telling me "He's fine...it wasn't your fault"
Once we were in front of our house, I vomit. My brother carried me home and put me on my bed. I was not taking deep breathes, I was still crying and my stomache was kicking. They called Riku and begged him to come.
"It’s all right kiddo" he whispered, even as I clutched his sleek robes and buried my face against his chest. "It’s all right to cry."
Finally I cried myself dry. And I knew my face would be red and blotchy. My nose was runny. I tried to smooth down my hair; I was sure it was probably frizzy and tangled.
"You look fine, ******** beautiful." Was that supposed to be sarcasm? He carried me to the bathroom and told me I would be taking a shower with my clothes on. "I'll stay here with you" and he did. I just sat there, a few tears on my eyes.
He made me drink orange juice and carried me to bed. "Go to sleep"
If you read love stories like my sister, you'll probably read this sentence "...she cried herself to sleep" That's a lie. I couldn't sleep. My head was spinning and I woke up every 5 minutes to throw up.
I didn't go to school today. Riku slept on the floor. My phone's ringing like mad (my friends want to talk to me). And I'm having breakfast.
If I find another cat...I won't let that person touch her/him. I'm happy the kitten is no longer in pain.
Rest in peace...
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Yuky... sad heart