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Friday night, she was playing with the laser pointer... She was 5 weeks pregnant and happy as could be... She'd come and cuddle me on my desk while I played games and watched shows. Then Saturday she was sleeping in the box I'd made up for her and the kittens under my desk... all day. I got worried and started watching her. I got extra soft food and mixed in some water so it was easier to consume and got her food and water intake up, since she wasn't eating or drinking, really... I lifted her into the litter box on Sunday when she stopped halfway across the room, staring at it. I took her to a walk-in vet clinic today where they ran bloodwork and found she was severely anemic with no new red cells forming, meaning either she had late-stage kidney failure or feline leukemia. A few hours later, after calling my dad to come stay with me in the room while I waited for the process to start, I watched as they injected her with a lethal dose of anesthesia. They told me she'd fall asleep and her lungs and heart would just stop... Instead something went wrong. The catheter wasn't in right, or she had a blockage. The vet didn't know what, because the saline flush went through fine. She cried out in pain and looked at me with this terror in her eyes and I felt my soul ripping in two, knowing that I'd completely failed my baby girl yet again, both in not having the money to take care of her properly, and in choosing a service that hurt her in her last moments... A quick second dose later and she finally started to settle down... The vet left her with me and I held her in my arms for 10 minutes before she came back to insert a fresh catheter and inject a, hopefully final, lethal dose... I couldn't do it anymore... I wanted to leave. I wanted to run, so I left her to die in someone else's arms, and I can't stop crying... I want her back. I want her babies to be born healthy like they were going to, I want to experience the joy of the tiny Munchkins running around and exploring, of her cuddling me on my desk and looking up at me with what I can only interpret as love in her eyes as she waited expectantly for me to nuzzle my face against her forehead... She'd close her eyes and her ears would shift into "comfort and happiness" and she'd breathe a purr of contentment and rest her head on my arm and doze with me all day... If I had to leave to use the washroom or get a drink, I'd tell her I'd be right back and she'd wait right there for me to come back and go right back to curled up in my arms. I have depression and she was my crutch... She was my lifeline, my ground. She was the reason I pushed on time and again because I knew nobody else could ever love her like I did... She was my everything.
RIP Whisper, my beautiful baby girl... We'll see each other again one day. I'll be right back, love.
RIP Whisper, my beautiful baby girl... We'll see each other again one day. I'll be right back, love.
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