My two kittens, Billy and Bella, of about 4 months in age, were due to be spayed yesterday to prepare them for the big wide world.
I returned home from college yesterday afternoon, expecting everything to have been fine. However, what I was met with was an upset Mum, who told me that our little Bella did not survive the procedure.
I was so shocked at first and didn’t know what to do - I didn’t even cry at first; I just stood in shock before the emotions came flooding in.
This was especially hard for me since her and I had grown a particularly close bond over the two months we had her. My parents always told me that I was her favourite human as she showed me more affection than anyone!
The vet has offered to cremate her and we are bringing her ashes back home, placing them in her favourite window where she would sit and wait for people to come home.
I feel as if this is all a bad dream and I just want to wake up. She was taken way too soon and was meant to grow up with us. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened to our healthy little kitty cat.
Her brother Billy is still with us, which is a massive comfort, but he has definitely been searching the living room for her - her scent probably still lingers.
Bella’s death has left a hole in my heart and nothing will ever be able to replace her.
I returned home from college yesterday afternoon, expecting everything to have been fine. However, what I was met with was an upset Mum, who told me that our little Bella did not survive the procedure.
I was so shocked at first and didn’t know what to do - I didn’t even cry at first; I just stood in shock before the emotions came flooding in.
This was especially hard for me since her and I had grown a particularly close bond over the two months we had her. My parents always told me that I was her favourite human as she showed me more affection than anyone!
The vet has offered to cremate her and we are bringing her ashes back home, placing them in her favourite window where she would sit and wait for people to come home.
I feel as if this is all a bad dream and I just want to wake up. She was taken way too soon and was meant to grow up with us. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened to our healthy little kitty cat.
Her brother Billy is still with us, which is a massive comfort, but he has definitely been searching the living room for her - her scent probably still lingers.
Bella’s death has left a hole in my heart and nothing will ever be able to replace her.