Post by ~*Zephyr and Loki*~ on Mar 10, 2006 13:47:10 GMT -5
Eightball is my mother's cat that none of you have every heard about. He's the littermate to my cat, Simba, and only one of you have heard of him.
We got Simba and Eightball when I was four years old. I remember chasing them around the house and playing with them and forcing them to watch The Lion King with me until they snuck away.
I grew up with both of them and loved them. But Simba was always my favorite.
About three years ago, we had to give them both up. I was heartbroken and finally talked my mom into taking them both back. They were in horrible condition. They had fleas, hairballs, and were so thin...
I also found out that Eightball had had cancer.
But I missed Simba more.
They stayed with us and never left but about six months ago, Eightball got sick again. We gave him penicillin shots and he got better. But I still worried over whether Simba would get sick.
A week ago, it started again. We gave him the shots, he didn't get better. I sat by him last night in the bathroom. He was so thin, I could see his backbone. I sat with him and petted him, hoping he'd get better. He purred but it was weak. Then I left him alone to rest.
This morning, I didn't feel good so I stayed home, saying I would go to school later. My mom woke me up at 10 and said that she was taking Eightball to the vet.
To be put down.
I asked her what was wrong and she said he hadn't eaten or drank in two days. He was in pain and there was no use prolonging it.
I sat on my bed when I should have been getting ready, talking to Loki. He agreed with my mom. He shouldn't have to suffer.
She came back at 11 and told me how it went. He cried when they picked him up but other than that, he was quiet. They gently laid him on the table and gave him the shot and it was like he fell asleep in their arms.
I started to tear up as she told me the story and I ran into my room and started to cry. Loki was hugging me, licking me, nuzzling me, and telling me it would be alright. He cried a bit as well.
I still feel bad, but mostly because I never loved him as much as I did Simba. I know that he's in a better place, though. And I'm glad he isn't suffering.
But we both could use some hugs. Apparently, Loki thinks that Eightball could see him.
Rest in Peace, Eightball.
You were one cool cat.
We got Simba and Eightball when I was four years old. I remember chasing them around the house and playing with them and forcing them to watch The Lion King with me until they snuck away.
I grew up with both of them and loved them. But Simba was always my favorite.
About three years ago, we had to give them both up. I was heartbroken and finally talked my mom into taking them both back. They were in horrible condition. They had fleas, hairballs, and were so thin...
I also found out that Eightball had had cancer.
But I missed Simba more.
They stayed with us and never left but about six months ago, Eightball got sick again. We gave him penicillin shots and he got better. But I still worried over whether Simba would get sick.
A week ago, it started again. We gave him the shots, he didn't get better. I sat by him last night in the bathroom. He was so thin, I could see his backbone. I sat with him and petted him, hoping he'd get better. He purred but it was weak. Then I left him alone to rest.
This morning, I didn't feel good so I stayed home, saying I would go to school later. My mom woke me up at 10 and said that she was taking Eightball to the vet.
To be put down.
I asked her what was wrong and she said he hadn't eaten or drank in two days. He was in pain and there was no use prolonging it.
I sat on my bed when I should have been getting ready, talking to Loki. He agreed with my mom. He shouldn't have to suffer.
She came back at 11 and told me how it went. He cried when they picked him up but other than that, he was quiet. They gently laid him on the table and gave him the shot and it was like he fell asleep in their arms.
I started to tear up as she told me the story and I ran into my room and started to cry. Loki was hugging me, licking me, nuzzling me, and telling me it would be alright. He cried a bit as well.
I still feel bad, but mostly because I never loved him as much as I did Simba. I know that he's in a better place, though. And I'm glad he isn't suffering.
But we both could use some hugs. Apparently, Loki thinks that Eightball could see him.
Rest in Peace, Eightball.
You were one cool cat.