MY BABY DUSTY DIED FROM A BLOOD CLOT ON SATURDAY NIGHT.
SHE WAS WALKING BETTER, AND FOLLOWING ME AROUND. I WAS SO HOPEFUL. ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO BE PETTED. SHE TOOK HER NAPS. WHEN SHE WOKE UP, SHE WOULD LOOK FOR ME FOR ATTENTION, (And food of course) I KISSED HER AND PETTED HER ALL DAY. SHE WOULD LICK AND NIBBLE MY HAND. WHILE I WAS PETTING HER, SHE LAID ON HER SIDE, SO I COULD RUB HER BELLY. I SAID TO HER, OH BABY, YOUR FEELING BETTER. I REALLY FELT SHE WAS GETTING BETTER.
THEN, SHE TOOK ANOTHER NAP. AT ABOUT 8:00PM, I LOOKED AT HER IN HER BED. SHE WAS HALF IN AND HALF OUT. I KEPT WATCHING HER, NOT KNOWING WHAT WAS WRONG. THEN SHE STARTED CRAWLING OUT OF HER BED, WITH HER TWO FRONT LEGS, THATâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]S WHEN I NOTICED HER BACK LEGS WERE PARALYZED. I BECAME A COMPLETE WRECK.
I CALLED A FRIEND WHO DROVE ME TO THE ANIMAL EMERGENCY HOSPITAL. WHICH IS A 40-MINUTE RIDE. (MY VETâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]S OFFICE WAS CLOSED, AND THEY REFER YOU TO GO THERE)
I WRAPPED HER IN A BLANKET.
I THOUGHT WE WOULD NEVER GET THERE. I DID NOT WANT HER TO SUFFER. I HAD NO CLUE WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER. SHE WAS NOT CRYING. THE POOR BABY JUST LOOKED SO CONFUSED, SHE HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON. I KNEW IT WAS BAD.
ALL I COULD DO WAS PET HER AND HOLD HER CLOSE TO ME.
WE WERE JUST A BLOCK AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL AND SHE DIED IN MY ARMS. I CRIED LIKE A BABY.
I RAN INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HER AND GAVE HER TO THEM. THINKING MAYBE BY SOME MIRACLE SHE WOULD NOT BE GONE. HOWEVER, THEY CAME OUT AND CONFIRMED THAT SHE WAS. I BROKE DOWN AGAIN. WHEN I GOT MYSELF TOGETHER. I ASKED THE WOMAN AT THE FRONT DESK “WHAT HAPPENED TO HER�. AFTER I TOLD HER THE STORY, SHE SAID THAT DUSTY HAD A BLOOD CLOT, AND THAT THEY TRAVEL FROM THE HEART AND LODGED IN THE BACK LEGS AND THAT IS WHY SHE WAS PARALYZED.
WHEN I WENT HOME, AND OPENED THE DOOR, I BROKE DOWN AGAIN. I HAD TO HIDE HER THINGS FROM ME. IT WAS SO PAINFUL. I AM TAKING IT DAY BY DAY. IT IS GETTING A LITTLE BETTER.
EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME, YOU TOOK GOOD CARE OF HER AND SHE WAS HAPPY WITH YOU. I KNOW SHE WAS, JUST AS I WAS HAPPY WITH HER. STILL, I WISH DUSTY HAD BEEN ABLE TO LIVE LONGER. I EVEN THOUGHT, COULD I HAVE DONE MORE FOR HER.
I ONLY HAD HER FOR three ½ MONTHS BUT I ALWAYS VISUALIZED HER WITH ME FOR A FEW YEARS.
MY FRIENDS INSISTED ON TAKING ME TO AN ANIMAL SHELTER THE NEXT DAY. I WENT WITH THEM, BUT, I AM NOT READY YET. I REALLY THINK I WAS LOOKING FOR DUSTY THERE.
DUSTY WAS THE SWEETEST KITTY I HAVE EVER SEEN. I LOVED IT WHEN SHE WOULD TALK TO ME EVERY TIME I WALKED BY HER. (SHE WAS A SILVER, DOLL FACED HIMALAYAN, WITH YELLOW EYES) EVEN WHEN I BRUSHED HER AND SHE HAD, HAD ENOUGH, INSTEAD OF RUNNING AWAY SHE WOULD JUST SLOWLY WALK INTO MY BEDROOM, HIDE BEHIND THE BED, WAIT 5 MINUTES AND COME BACK OUT.
I WAS VERY LUCKY TO HAVE HER. SHE WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD WHEN I ADOPTED HER, AND SHE WOULD NEVER TRY TO BITE, OR SCRATCH ME. WHAT A LITTLE LADY SHE WAS
MY LITTLE SWEET BABY, I JUST MISS HER SO.
SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG.