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So my 16 year old cat is getting put down in a few days, and I've had him since I was 1. (I'm 17)
I'm really sorry this is going to be a bit messy, but I am crying while writing this and I seriously don't know what to do.
Im not really the feely type of guy, and even though I've been sad when my grandparents have passed away, this has hit me harder than anything. My cat has always been there, my entire life, and I guess the thought of him dying someday never really hit me. He got cancer a while ago, and we've tried everything, but there's nothing to do anymore so we have to put him down.
I love my cat more than anything in this world, and everyone likes him. In the summer, he will often lay out in the street and cuddle with everyone who walks past him. He is the best cat I could have ever wished for, and the best friend I've ever had. I used to be fairly popular and have a couple of friends, but recently, I've been left out a lot more by my old friends, I don't really know why. They would often hang around without inviting me and such, and I find it very hard to get new friends, I dont really open up that much to people. I've recently just accepted the fact that I dont have a lot of friends anymore, and not really anyone to hang out with, so I'd just stay home with my cat and cuddle with him for hours almost every day. Ever since I found out he had cancer, I would cuddle him harder than ever before, and not want to let him go.
We got a kitty a few years back, and my old cat had nothing against it. Problem was, the kitty did. The small one would try to kill my old cat on a regular basis, even though he was like 10 times smaller. I think the kitty wanted to prove himself as an alpha male, and when he found out there was no place for him in that role, he just moved out. The sad thing about this period was that my old cat would be leaving the house for long periods of time, almost feeling like he didn't belong anymore. When the kitty disappeared, he moved back in, and after a while, everything was like it used to.
Every time I got home from vacations, my cat would be the first thing I thought about when I got home. I would run to him and cuddle with him for a long time every time we got home from wherever we had been. He would also be the reason I often wanted to leave when we were away from home. This is one of the things that's going to feel so weird now. When I'm not home, I would always think about my cat and how he was doing. Now, he won't be here anymore. He is the light of my life, and soon he'll be gone for good...
I have been cuddling with my cat for hours these last couple of days, but he is sick, and I see that. Sometimes he will make these sounds as if he's about to puke, even though he doesn't. I think he knows that he is dying as well, which is killing me. I am seriously dying on the inside now, and I really dont know what to do. I dont think I'll ever get over him. I really want to believe that I'll meet him again someday, but I find it hard to believe in the rainbow bridge and all of that even though I want to believe it with all my heart.
I am so sorry this may have been a bit messy, but I've been crying constantly for the last few days. Even though it may be hard to tell while reading this, I cried harder than I've ever done before while writing it.
He will be put down at home, because we don't want his last memories to be at a vet's office, which is one of the places he hates most in this world. And no, I won't be there when it happens. I just can't handle seeing him die, I want to remember him alive. Saying goodbye to him that morning will be the hardest thing I'll ever do in my life.
I'm really sorry this is going to be a bit messy, but I am crying while writing this and I seriously don't know what to do.
Im not really the feely type of guy, and even though I've been sad when my grandparents have passed away, this has hit me harder than anything. My cat has always been there, my entire life, and I guess the thought of him dying someday never really hit me. He got cancer a while ago, and we've tried everything, but there's nothing to do anymore so we have to put him down.
I love my cat more than anything in this world, and everyone likes him. In the summer, he will often lay out in the street and cuddle with everyone who walks past him. He is the best cat I could have ever wished for, and the best friend I've ever had. I used to be fairly popular and have a couple of friends, but recently, I've been left out a lot more by my old friends, I don't really know why. They would often hang around without inviting me and such, and I find it very hard to get new friends, I dont really open up that much to people. I've recently just accepted the fact that I dont have a lot of friends anymore, and not really anyone to hang out with, so I'd just stay home with my cat and cuddle with him for hours almost every day. Ever since I found out he had cancer, I would cuddle him harder than ever before, and not want to let him go.
We got a kitty a few years back, and my old cat had nothing against it. Problem was, the kitty did. The small one would try to kill my old cat on a regular basis, even though he was like 10 times smaller. I think the kitty wanted to prove himself as an alpha male, and when he found out there was no place for him in that role, he just moved out. The sad thing about this period was that my old cat would be leaving the house for long periods of time, almost feeling like he didn't belong anymore. When the kitty disappeared, he moved back in, and after a while, everything was like it used to.
Every time I got home from vacations, my cat would be the first thing I thought about when I got home. I would run to him and cuddle with him for a long time every time we got home from wherever we had been. He would also be the reason I often wanted to leave when we were away from home. This is one of the things that's going to feel so weird now. When I'm not home, I would always think about my cat and how he was doing. Now, he won't be here anymore. He is the light of my life, and soon he'll be gone for good...
I have been cuddling with my cat for hours these last couple of days, but he is sick, and I see that. Sometimes he will make these sounds as if he's about to puke, even though he doesn't. I think he knows that he is dying as well, which is killing me. I am seriously dying on the inside now, and I really dont know what to do. I dont think I'll ever get over him. I really want to believe that I'll meet him again someday, but I find it hard to believe in the rainbow bridge and all of that even though I want to believe it with all my heart.
I am so sorry this may have been a bit messy, but I've been crying constantly for the last few days. Even though it may be hard to tell while reading this, I cried harder than I've ever done before while writing it.
He will be put down at home, because we don't want his last memories to be at a vet's office, which is one of the places he hates most in this world. And no, I won't be there when it happens. I just can't handle seeing him die, I want to remember him alive. Saying goodbye to him that morning will be the hardest thing I'll ever do in my life.