Sinful Feline
Well-Known Member
I just needed to let this out some where…
Loss of someone or something you love effects everyone in different ways Loss of a beloved pet for some is just a sad ache, but for some it is very hard, and for a child the first loss can be devastating.
I say this because my little guy had his first “Hard Lesson in Life” yesterday, the death of something he loved. As some of you know we have 2 cats, our momma cat Carl and her 1 ½ yr old son Stormy. While Carl is solely Myles’s cat, Stormy is/was more of the whole families pet, he was the only cat I every knew who came up and gave you lip kisses to get you to pet him.
A few days ago he came in looking beat up, he had gotten into a fight with something and it had kicked his fuzzy little butt. He didn’t how ever look bad,bad, just beaten up. Well we cleaned his cut marks up and kept him from going outside for a few days so he could heal. He looked like he was doing fine, acting like he normally does, kind of feisty. That was until early Friday morning. When I got home from work at about 2 am, I noticed he looked kind of scraggily. His fur was slick looking and he just kept trying to go outside. Well at about 1pm the next afternoon I noticed that he was either at a window trying to get out or laying on my floor looking bad. Then he started drooling and breathing funny…His breath smelled awful and when we petted him you could feel this rumble sound that wasn’t a purr. He was dieing and I knew it, I started crying…I think he had been trying all day to get outside so he could go off some where and die alone.
So Myles, crying laid down and petted him for a little bit, told him he loved him and then a friend of ours drove Brei, the cat and me to the ASPCA. We cried the whole way there, the whole time I explained to the lady at the front desk why we where there, then the whole way home with the empty cat carrier.
While we where there waiting for them to give us the carrier back a man came in with a box of kittens, Brei, thinking of poor Myles at home crying asked the man for a kitten and he gave her an 8 week old female calico kitten. She is very sweet and likes to cuddle.
Myles was still crying for Stormy when we got home and let me tell you, this child could make the hardest person cry…He cries like this…His arms at his side, face pressed into your chest with all his weight, body covered in goose bumps, shaking like a little leaf and just sobs…It is heartbreaking!
He spent last night either red eyed or crying, but he also spent tell 2 am sitting with this little kitten in his lap, just stroking it’s back over and over. We’ve been up since 7am and he is sitting on the couch still red eyed and petting the kitten whose name is now Cleo. I think the baby helps his heartache, but I know that my little guy has just had the worst thing so far in his life happen to him and as his mother; the pain I feel is immeasurable, because I can’t ease it and I can’t fix it.
The Vet said it looked like a possum had gotten a hold of Stormy and even if I had taken him in right away, they still could not have done much to help, it just would have been a large vet bill with the same ending result.
Thanks to anyone who read this,( I know T will relate) I just needed to drain out a little bit of the hurt in my heart.
Stormy
January 4, 2008 - June 26,2009
We Love You
R.I.P
Loss of someone or something you love effects everyone in different ways Loss of a beloved pet for some is just a sad ache, but for some it is very hard, and for a child the first loss can be devastating.
I say this because my little guy had his first “Hard Lesson in Life” yesterday, the death of something he loved. As some of you know we have 2 cats, our momma cat Carl and her 1 ½ yr old son Stormy. While Carl is solely Myles’s cat, Stormy is/was more of the whole families pet, he was the only cat I every knew who came up and gave you lip kisses to get you to pet him.
A few days ago he came in looking beat up, he had gotten into a fight with something and it had kicked his fuzzy little butt. He didn’t how ever look bad,bad, just beaten up. Well we cleaned his cut marks up and kept him from going outside for a few days so he could heal. He looked like he was doing fine, acting like he normally does, kind of feisty. That was until early Friday morning. When I got home from work at about 2 am, I noticed he looked kind of scraggily. His fur was slick looking and he just kept trying to go outside. Well at about 1pm the next afternoon I noticed that he was either at a window trying to get out or laying on my floor looking bad. Then he started drooling and breathing funny…His breath smelled awful and when we petted him you could feel this rumble sound that wasn’t a purr. He was dieing and I knew it, I started crying…I think he had been trying all day to get outside so he could go off some where and die alone.
So Myles, crying laid down and petted him for a little bit, told him he loved him and then a friend of ours drove Brei, the cat and me to the ASPCA. We cried the whole way there, the whole time I explained to the lady at the front desk why we where there, then the whole way home with the empty cat carrier.
While we where there waiting for them to give us the carrier back a man came in with a box of kittens, Brei, thinking of poor Myles at home crying asked the man for a kitten and he gave her an 8 week old female calico kitten. She is very sweet and likes to cuddle.
Myles was still crying for Stormy when we got home and let me tell you, this child could make the hardest person cry…He cries like this…His arms at his side, face pressed into your chest with all his weight, body covered in goose bumps, shaking like a little leaf and just sobs…It is heartbreaking!
He spent last night either red eyed or crying, but he also spent tell 2 am sitting with this little kitten in his lap, just stroking it’s back over and over. We’ve been up since 7am and he is sitting on the couch still red eyed and petting the kitten whose name is now Cleo. I think the baby helps his heartache, but I know that my little guy has just had the worst thing so far in his life happen to him and as his mother; the pain I feel is immeasurable, because I can’t ease it and I can’t fix it.
The Vet said it looked like a possum had gotten a hold of Stormy and even if I had taken him in right away, they still could not have done much to help, it just would have been a large vet bill with the same ending result.
Thanks to anyone who read this,( I know T will relate) I just needed to drain out a little bit of the hurt in my heart.
Stormy
January 4, 2008 - June 26,2009
We Love You
R.I.P
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