July of 2020 my mom came home from her night shift with a 4 week old kitten that she had found on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. It was malnourished, shivering, and covered in flees. I woke up to her holding it and I washed the flees off, bottle fed her, warmed her up, etc. I named her Jasmine but Jazzy for short. I was a dumb middle schooler and after that did things like birthday parties for her and we had matching Halloween costumes (we won the contests, obvi.) I got a job and payed for everything from spaying/shots to food and toys. When she got shot in her leg I took the bullet out and did her stitches (we have a farm with a lot of animals so I had experience,) and I raised her into a full grown cat.
I have anxiety and she always helps me calm down by laying on me and and just being there and idk but being with her always helped me calm down and be at peace. I can’t ever sleep well unless she’s here with me like always.
Last week she went missing and we’ve been keeping our eyes open and putting up posters everywhere, searching all day for her and keeping her spot outside full of hay and dry. Today while walking my dogs I found her body torn to pieces and I could barely even tell it was her, but it was definitely Jazzy.
Anyways, just putting this on here cause I have this stupid journal that I write down everything about my pets and stuff with their death dates but I cant bring myself to open it rn so just putting this on here so I can look back at the date and stuff later. Have a great day y’all.