I'm warning you, this is not a happy post, this is a very sad post, so I don't blame you if you don't want to read it.
I'm writing this more myself, as a way to cope.
My cat, Zorro, just died. He was a 17 year old black and white American shorthair. He has been in our family since I was two years old and we rescued him during a storm after he was abandoned as a kitten.
He has been going downhill for a while. A few years ago he started to lose his vision and his hearing and he would become disoriented when he walked in a room.
He started to lose weight and started eating and walking around less and less.
Yesterday, my dad saw him fall into the freezing pool and quickly pulled him out. There was blood coming out of his anal and when he tried to walk he wobbled in a circle. We covered him in blankets and my mom and I tried to dry him with a blow drier. My dad and sister left the room but my mom and I stayed with him throughout the evening. He didn't eat and took small sips of water. He tried to stand up but couldn't and at times he would turn his head and softly murmurer.
My mom and I had a really bad fright when we walked out of the room to take a break for lunch. Our dog, Gator, had somehow gotten in the room. We walked in to find fur everywhere and Zorro collapsed on the floor in the middle of the room. We think that Gator was trying to lick him (which is what he was doing earlier) but was accidentally too rough. We gently picked him up and wrapped him back into the covers on his makeshift bed in the corner. I softly stroked his ears and he purred weakly.
I had to go to bed because I had exams in the morning but my mom stayed with Zorro all night.
Today, when I went to school, she told me that he wasn't moving all day and hadn't eaten or drunken anything. I came home early from school to help out.
When I came into the room he lifted his head. Mom said he moved the most when I got home. I stayed by his side and pat him and gave him whispers of "I love you, Zorro," and "You're a good cat."
My parents had to leave to go work so I promised to stay by him when they left.
I have more exams tomorrow so I sat by him and stroked his head while I studied.
He was fine for a few hours. He took a small sip of water and lifted his head and even said, "meow".
I started getting stiff and hungry from sitting so I asked my sister to watch him for a second while I went into the kitchen to get some food and stretch my legs. She was reluctant at first and I had to call her several times to come down.
When I left, Zorro had closed his eyes and it looked like he was sleeping.
I prepared my food and came back into the room to sit by him. As I was eating and taking a break to check my updates on my computer, I heard this horrible gurgling sound and I looked over to find Zorro convulsing. His mouth was open and it looked like he was gagging. Suddenly, I watched in horror as he vomited. I called my parents and started crying, asking them what to do. They told there wasn't much I could do except make him comfortable. Jacqueline came into the room when she heard me crying and then left immediately.
I told mom and dad to tell Jacqueline to get me another blanket because poor Zorro was lying in his own throw-up. Jacqueline called my phone two times but I couldn't answer because I was trying to lift Zorro up and lift him to the other side of the blanket. It was so horrible to watch because it looked like he was choking and kept throwing his head back and twisting on the blankets and his legs were sprawled in an awkward position. I didn't want him to choke on his vomit so I tried lifting his head.
Jacqueline came in the room. I was crying and sobbing trying to comfort Zorro, who had stopped throwing up and was lying on his side wheezing. I kept patting him and talking to him as my tears fell on his fur. Meanwhile, with tears rolling down my cheeks I say to Jacqueline, "Please go get a blanket. He needs a new blanket because he threw up. I want him to get comfortable."
Well I guess mom an dad had yelled at Jacqueline on the phone for not helping me because she started screaming at me, saying (and I swear I'm not exaggerating), "Fucking shut up bitch. Stop crying. You got me in trouble with mom and dad you fucking tattletale." I am sitting there with Zorro gasping for breath and saying, "Please Jacqueline I don't need this now, Zorro is dying. Please go get a blanket. Please," I begged her.
She left and came back with paper towels.
"Jacqueline, I asked for a blanket! He needs to be comfortable!"
She started cussing and yelling at me again, "Bitch! Why do you have to go to mom and dad and cry about everything!"
At this point, there are so many emotions coursing through me, I just couldn't take this from her.
I sat there, stroking Zorro and telling him I love him and that he was such a good friend and that I hope he goes to a happy place.
Like a heartless shadow, Jacqueline is there staring, and standing behind me.
Crying, I say, "Just go away Jacqueline. Leave me alone. Go away."
"I can fucking stay if I want. You can't tell me what to do. You're crying isn't helping him."
"Go away! Oh my god, I think Zorro is dead. He's gone, oh god..."
I put my hand on him and feel that there's no breath. I can't feel a heartbeat and his body is cold.
"He's gone.."
"How do you know? Feel him again on his stomach."
"Why don't you feel him? Or are you too grossed out to touch him, you monster? Just go away Jacqueline, I don't need this right now."
I keep petting him and sobbing and I lean down to kiss his head.
I pull the blanket over his thin body and hug my knees and cry.
Zorro died at 3:00.
I am so disgusted with my sister, and I doubt I will ever forgive her for this.
I'm so upset that Zorro's final moments were of Jacqueline yelling, "fuck you bitch".
It scares me that she can feel nothing.
Words cannot describe how much I loathe her right now, how much I want to...I don't know. I'm just so disgusted with her.
I'm writing this more myself, as a way to cope.
My cat, Zorro, just died. He was a 17 year old black and white American shorthair. He has been in our family since I was two years old and we rescued him during a storm after he was abandoned as a kitten.
He has been going downhill for a while. A few years ago he started to lose his vision and his hearing and he would become disoriented when he walked in a room.
He started to lose weight and started eating and walking around less and less.
Yesterday, my dad saw him fall into the freezing pool and quickly pulled him out. There was blood coming out of his anal and when he tried to walk he wobbled in a circle. We covered him in blankets and my mom and I tried to dry him with a blow drier. My dad and sister left the room but my mom and I stayed with him throughout the evening. He didn't eat and took small sips of water. He tried to stand up but couldn't and at times he would turn his head and softly murmurer.
My mom and I had a really bad fright when we walked out of the room to take a break for lunch. Our dog, Gator, had somehow gotten in the room. We walked in to find fur everywhere and Zorro collapsed on the floor in the middle of the room. We think that Gator was trying to lick him (which is what he was doing earlier) but was accidentally too rough. We gently picked him up and wrapped him back into the covers on his makeshift bed in the corner. I softly stroked his ears and he purred weakly.
I had to go to bed because I had exams in the morning but my mom stayed with Zorro all night.
Today, when I went to school, she told me that he wasn't moving all day and hadn't eaten or drunken anything. I came home early from school to help out.
When I came into the room he lifted his head. Mom said he moved the most when I got home. I stayed by his side and pat him and gave him whispers of "I love you, Zorro," and "You're a good cat."
My parents had to leave to go work so I promised to stay by him when they left.
I have more exams tomorrow so I sat by him and stroked his head while I studied.
He was fine for a few hours. He took a small sip of water and lifted his head and even said, "meow".
I started getting stiff and hungry from sitting so I asked my sister to watch him for a second while I went into the kitchen to get some food and stretch my legs. She was reluctant at first and I had to call her several times to come down.
When I left, Zorro had closed his eyes and it looked like he was sleeping.
I prepared my food and came back into the room to sit by him. As I was eating and taking a break to check my updates on my computer, I heard this horrible gurgling sound and I looked over to find Zorro convulsing. His mouth was open and it looked like he was gagging. Suddenly, I watched in horror as he vomited. I called my parents and started crying, asking them what to do. They told there wasn't much I could do except make him comfortable. Jacqueline came into the room when she heard me crying and then left immediately.
I told mom and dad to tell Jacqueline to get me another blanket because poor Zorro was lying in his own throw-up. Jacqueline called my phone two times but I couldn't answer because I was trying to lift Zorro up and lift him to the other side of the blanket. It was so horrible to watch because it looked like he was choking and kept throwing his head back and twisting on the blankets and his legs were sprawled in an awkward position. I didn't want him to choke on his vomit so I tried lifting his head.
Jacqueline came in the room. I was crying and sobbing trying to comfort Zorro, who had stopped throwing up and was lying on his side wheezing. I kept patting him and talking to him as my tears fell on his fur. Meanwhile, with tears rolling down my cheeks I say to Jacqueline, "Please go get a blanket. He needs a new blanket because he threw up. I want him to get comfortable."
Well I guess mom an dad had yelled at Jacqueline on the phone for not helping me because she started screaming at me, saying (and I swear I'm not exaggerating), "Fucking shut up bitch. Stop crying. You got me in trouble with mom and dad you fucking tattletale." I am sitting there with Zorro gasping for breath and saying, "Please Jacqueline I don't need this now, Zorro is dying. Please go get a blanket. Please," I begged her.
She left and came back with paper towels.
"Jacqueline, I asked for a blanket! He needs to be comfortable!"
She started cussing and yelling at me again, "Bitch! Why do you have to go to mom and dad and cry about everything!"
At this point, there are so many emotions coursing through me, I just couldn't take this from her.
I sat there, stroking Zorro and telling him I love him and that he was such a good friend and that I hope he goes to a happy place.
Like a heartless shadow, Jacqueline is there staring, and standing behind me.
Crying, I say, "Just go away Jacqueline. Leave me alone. Go away."
"I can fucking stay if I want. You can't tell me what to do. You're crying isn't helping him."
"Go away! Oh my god, I think Zorro is dead. He's gone, oh god..."
I put my hand on him and feel that there's no breath. I can't feel a heartbeat and his body is cold.
"He's gone.."
"How do you know? Feel him again on his stomach."
"Why don't you feel him? Or are you too grossed out to touch him, you monster? Just go away Jacqueline, I don't need this right now."
I keep petting him and sobbing and I lean down to kiss his head.
I pull the blanket over his thin body and hug my knees and cry.
Zorro died at 3:00.
I am so disgusted with my sister, and I doubt I will ever forgive her for this.
I'm so upset that Zorro's final moments were of Jacqueline yelling, "fuck you bitch".
It scares me that she can feel nothing.
Words cannot describe how much I loathe her right now, how much I want to...I don't know. I'm just so disgusted with her.
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