So I'm cooking dinner and happen to glance out the window,my cat Gizmo is laying in the grass, at first this doesn't bother me cause it's something he does alot, stretching out in the grass,catching little critters or taking naps
I finish dinner and realize it's getting a bit late and decide to call him in, but he doesn't answer, a tad irritated and thinking he's just being a twerp I go out to the yard and kneel down by him, pick him up only to realize to late..his stomach is caved in at weird angle.
Shock and horror, my heart rate increases, I drop him and he just flops on the ground, I stare closely at him and see his tongue is hanging out and there's some kind of red stuff caked around his mouth and drops of it on the grass on his head.
I will admit at first I went in denial, perhaps he had just passed out? I shake him a few times, ask him jokingly if maybe he dunked his mouth in paint cause he has a tendency to eat or sniff weird things.
Then the cop pulls up,walks over and gets on a pair of gloves, he says that someone accidentally hit my cat and reported it to the police. The cop mentions I want to take my cat and bury it or not. But I cannot bear to bury yet another cat into the cold ground all alone, so no I allow the cop to take him away.
oh god..oh god..oh god my boy is dead..I've been crying all nite...my boy is dead..and his brother Roary has been wandering around the house into each room crying like he's looking for him..oh gods....
This is a bad nite.....very bad..and so sad...
I finish dinner and realize it's getting a bit late and decide to call him in, but he doesn't answer, a tad irritated and thinking he's just being a twerp I go out to the yard and kneel down by him, pick him up only to realize to late..his stomach is caved in at weird angle.
Shock and horror, my heart rate increases, I drop him and he just flops on the ground, I stare closely at him and see his tongue is hanging out and there's some kind of red stuff caked around his mouth and drops of it on the grass on his head.
I will admit at first I went in denial, perhaps he had just passed out? I shake him a few times, ask him jokingly if maybe he dunked his mouth in paint cause he has a tendency to eat or sniff weird things.
Then the cop pulls up,walks over and gets on a pair of gloves, he says that someone accidentally hit my cat and reported it to the police. The cop mentions I want to take my cat and bury it or not. But I cannot bear to bury yet another cat into the cold ground all alone, so no I allow the cop to take him away.
oh god..oh god..oh god my boy is dead..I've been crying all nite...my boy is dead..and his brother Roary has been wandering around the house into each room crying like he's looking for him..oh gods....
This is a bad nite.....very bad..and so sad...
RIP 
Gizmo 
