I lost my 12 year old male Siamese cat a couple months ago. Junior was a wedding present from my husband Ted. Junior was always closer to Ted then I back then. Two years after we were married Ted was killed in a car accident. Junior and I were both mourning together. I don't think I could have went on with out Junior and my daughter Jenny. Years went by and Junior got closer to me. When I needed a shoulder to cry on Junior was there. He was more then just a cat he was my baby and because he was a gift from Ted he was even more special. A couple months ago Junior stopped eating as much as normal. Then he started to lay around and sleep alot but I thought it was just because he was getting older. I was very busy trying to adopt a little autistic boy at the time along with some rescue animals. I also was working long hours so I wasn't home much or maybe I would have noticed the signs sooner. Then one day Junior stopped eating totally. That was not like him so I called the vet and brought him in that afternoon. I thought Junior just had a cold or something small like that because besides not eating and being a little more sleepy he seemed fine. The vet told me Junior's liver and kidneys were failing and he only had two weeks to live. I was so sad but I still had faith that maybe Junior would get better. I guess I couldn't handle the pain of knowing he was dying. The vet said the best thing to do was bring him home with his family until he stopped doing the things he liked to do. Then about 4 days later I woke up at 5:00am. Junior was sleeping in the bed next to me as always. I quietly got out of bed so I wouldn't wake him because Junior liked to sleep in. I went for a run, came home and made breakfast and put the cat food in the dishes. Then I called Junior. I was trying to get him to start eating. I was still hoping there was a chance he could make it. All of the other cats come to eat but Junior didn't come. That was odd so I went upstairs to get him. I thought he didn't feel like coming down the stairs. I walked into my bedroom and saw Junior on my bed. I thought he was sleeping so I petted his head and said morning June Bug. He was cold and I discovered he had passed away. I was so upset. He was my baby and I loved him so. I cried all day. I couldn't go to work but I had to go to a meeting with the case worker for the adoption. She looked at me like I was crazy when I walked in the office crying. I still miss Junior so much. I still cry when I get thinking about him or when I look at all of his pictures. I can't help feeling I should have brought him to the vet sooner. I bring my pets to the vet every 6 months but I guess that wasn't enough. If I wouldn't have been so busy maybe I would have noticed he was unhappy. I thought I had longer then I did. The vet said he would live about 2 weeks but he only made it 4 days. Junior was a great cat and he is very missed. I love you Junior.
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7/5/05 at 4:21am