Last night Sunflower died. He was sick - there was no way he could have frozen, I'm positive - but I don't know what it was. All I know is that my little baby boy is gone and I'll never see him again.
This morning my little brother opened the door, Twix, Ditto, and Lady in his arms. He deposited them on my bed and said, "Sunflower died." What a way to wake up! Needles to say I flew out of bed and asked him again and agin "Are you sure?" "Seriously?" "No, he's not."
But he was. My dad found him laying there this morning and, without telling me or anyone, dumped him in the garbage. I was so angry at this - however, what else could I do? It's too cold to bury him and I'm not going to put him in my freezer - that'd be pure torture for me every time I opened it and saw him there. So in the garbage can he stay. I'm going to fix him up a miniature casket or him to go in, then put him in it. I haven't dared to look at him yet since I know I'll burst out crying.
This is so, so, so bad. No one in my family knows how much I love my cats. They all just take it indifferently or are just 'sad'. I even called my friend who was hoping to take him and she didn't sound to terribly sad, either. I feel so different from them all since I feel constantly like bawling and everyone else is just going on with their lives.
I don't know what I'm going to do without my little boy.
This morning my little brother opened the door, Twix, Ditto, and Lady in his arms. He deposited them on my bed and said, "Sunflower died." What a way to wake up! Needles to say I flew out of bed and asked him again and agin "Are you sure?" "Seriously?" "No, he's not."
But he was. My dad found him laying there this morning and, without telling me or anyone, dumped him in the garbage. I was so angry at this - however, what else could I do? It's too cold to bury him and I'm not going to put him in my freezer - that'd be pure torture for me every time I opened it and saw him there. So in the garbage can he stay. I'm going to fix him up a miniature casket or him to go in, then put him in it. I haven't dared to look at him yet since I know I'll burst out crying.
This is so, so, so bad. No one in my family knows how much I love my cats. They all just take it indifferently or are just 'sad'. I even called my friend who was hoping to take him and she didn't sound to terribly sad, either. I feel so different from them all since I feel constantly like bawling and everyone else is just going on with their lives.
I don't know what I'm going to do without my little boy.