When I was walking up the street to go to an eye exam, I foud my cat Suzi, who was sixteen years old dead. She was peaceful but now she's gone and I'm still not quite sure what happens now. Since she's always been there, at the door to greet me and say no one's fed her. When I got her we were both little and she was the kitten of some cats owned by some students. And when my mom and I went to look she was there with a sister who looked like her and her two brothers. Well, she just walked up to me and ever since that day I've been hers and she's been mine. She's listened to me cry and let me just hold her tight when things have seemed bad and I've taken care of her as she's gotten older. Yet an odd thing is I know she would prefer to die in this way, quickly and painlessly without having to suffer anymore of the indignities of age. I miss her a lot and am still just soaking it in. I cried a lot when I first saw her and am still a little shaky, but I know its going to start to hit me more when she's just not there. Its true what they say about animals, how they will be there for you, she never ran away when she knew I needed to just hold her and cry and talk. I don't really know what else to say since I'm in this stage of shock and grief so I'll stop here. I think the hardest thing is that she was here last night and now she's not.
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