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Pet loss.
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It hurts to lose a pet. It really, really, deeply hurts. Especially if you haven't had the pet that long...
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My and my father entered the white room. The vet's room. She brought in our Bubba (kitten), except... he was sleeping in a bed. I noticed he wasn't moving that much. Tears started to gather under my eyes, I feared this would happen.
Bubba had crystals in his urine. But, it was very unusual for a kitten that was 11months the get this. Even after we went through the whole changing the way he pees nonsense. He still got blocked. So, we took his to the vet again.
When the vet finally got to Bubba, his bladder had exploded. Put they had put him to sleep a moment later. So he wouldn't be suffering.
She gave us a moment with him. Then we went on with it. Putting him down. Out of his misery. He was the closest cat to me. He even truly loved me. Despite his sister. She likes dad. I started crying. It was unfair.
You must know how hearing someone else cry like right? But something about heating a grown man cry... breaks my heart further. Father took longer to get it together. But after years of repression of sadness. It wasn't as hard for me.
I still cry when I think of him. The way his fur felt, his little blew when sleeping. I lost my cat a week ago. I don't know why I'm still crying. I never cried like this for family loss.
Do you want to know how a dead cat feels. Cold and soft. Like a fucking stuffed animal.
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//Author's note//
I'm sorry if I made you cry too. I was crying while writing this. Mother's framing a photo of Chonky boi for me to put in my room. I'm sorry... I just needed to write this down.
