**I am devoting this one and only first journal entry to the memory of my now deceased cat, Peeps. Anyone who knows me knows how I love cats, let alone my own pet kitty. He will be forever loved and missed and this is my way of making sure he is remembered, known and a final farewell**
I live on the 15th floor... he fell--- he didn't have a chance.
I just moved in here, and have not gotten an airconditioner, so I left a window open (there are only 2, and only one has a screen). The other (which the airconditioner is meant for) has no screen, so I always left that one shut. The one screen i did have for the other window had a small tear in it.
It was too hot for us to be way up here and not have at least that one window open. So I would leave it open ONLY when I was here, with him. I would ALWAYS watch him when he was near the window, because there was a wire outside that would catch his attention when the wind blew, and so he would paw at the wire and I would always be right there to watch him and either tell him not to play or literally just go over to the window pick him up and take him away so he would be safe.
Whenever I left I would leave the window open just a crack so he could still get some air in the place but not get out or near the screen. I also would leave it open the crack when I would get tired, since I'm an insomniac I never know when I will fall asleep...and I'm almost always tired (because I can not sleep)...
It was about 10 when I fell asleep--- but I did not close the window like I always do.... even though I do not sleep long (i was asleep maybe about an hour or 2) ... thats all it took.
I woke up and he was gone. I looked for him everywhere in the room... and of course I looked outside down to street level but... there was no sign of him anywhere, so I just hoped he was hiding in a shadey spot somewhere to avoid the heat like he sometimes does. I had some things to do and went out, hoping he would be there to greet me when I got back, like he always did. So I went out, took care of some things and came back... still no sign of him anywhere... Again I just become more worried and feared the worse.
I went back downstairs, not knowing what to do I scanned the area again looking for a sign, something enything just--- not knowing... after seeing nothing I gave up and on my way back in, I found out.
There were 2 men ahead of me going inside... and the man said to his friend "There was a dead cat out here this morning" and then pointed to the spot where my poor little kitty fell, I knew it was him because it lined up to where my window was that he'd of taken the fall from. And he continued to say "I thought he was sleeping" ...
Much later I went downstairs to talk to my friend (security gaurd in my building) ...he didn't know it was my cat (since the policy is, cats are allowed, but there is a "don't ask don't tell" kind of rule)... but he told me what happened. Since he was on duty, he was there when it happened. He fell only about and inch or so away from where he was standing...
My cat was ALIVE when he hit the ground... he FELT the impact (he didn't say that to me of course but) because he said he lifted his head up once, as if to try to get up... but put it back down and that was it. There was no blood or anything... but still--- it means he suffered. Even just a few seconds... but I can't even imagine how painful that could have been... to feel that and live through it...
I can now only hope he is "In a better place" ... and that I'll join him as soon as possible.
@>~`~ Rest in Peace Kitty ~'~<@
Nawty_Nazi · Wed May 16, 2007 @ 09:21pm · 18 Comments |