Tigger died today. He was sitting on the back of the love seat, looking out the door and then he fell over backwards with his legs stiff and landed on my foot. In a few moments he wasn't breathing any longer. I kep petting him and crying and pleading for him to please be okay. We wrapped him in a blanket and I held him all the way to the vet, trying to hold him so that he wouldn't be hurt even after I smelled his bowels releasing. The vet said he was definitely dead. A blood clot probably. It was so sudden and horrible and I'll never see him again. He's been my cat for sixteen years. I can barely remember what life was like before I got him. I can't imagine life without him. I have never loved any person as much as I love that cat. I would give body parts or years of my life, or all my books or my future or friends to have him back.
 Princess_Feylin · Wed Dec 05, 2012 @ 12:03am · 0 Comments |
