This is going to be a sad post. I'm just warning you. You don't have to read it if you don't want to.
I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while.
This has been one of the hardest weeks of life.
At first, things were going ok. Midterms were halfway over, I went and saw Avatar, my parents threw a huge Christmas party/surprise birthday party for my cousin, Christopher.
But then tragedy struck.
On Monday, my cat Zorro died.
Zorro was a 17 year old black and white American short hair. He has been in my family since my sister and I were only two years old. It was the classic pet story; one night there was a bad storm and suddenly we heard meowing coming from outside. We opened the door to find a soaking wet fur ball sitting on our back porch. My sister and I begged our parents to let us keep him, and he's been our loving companion ever since.
It was so sad watching him die. It was one of the most horrible experiences of my life. My parents had to leave to go work and my sister was upstairs, so I was all alone with him.
I had two midterms to study for, so I sat on the floor next to him, stroking his head with one hand, and holding my biology review book with the other.
Suddenly, I heard a horrible gurgling sound. I looked over and saw that Zorro was throwing up. He was laying on his side, so I tried gently lifting him up to the other side of the blanket. He thrashed around, moaning. With tears running down my face, I keep petting him with whispers of "it's going to be ok". I called my parents, and they told me there was nothing I could do except keep him comfortable. I felt so helpless. He lay on his side, wheezing, his paws and whiskers twitching softly. Suddenly, he closed his eyes...stillness.
I just sat on the floor and cried and cried, unable to believe that he was really gone.
I keep running my hand over his belly to check to see if he was breathing, but there was nothing.
I kissed his head and pulled the blanket over his little body.
I don't know how long I cried. It wasn't until my parents came home at 6 o'clock did I realize that I had fallen asleep on the floor.
The worst part was studying for my exams that night.
I couldn't focus at all.
My brain keep replaying the scene, looping in my head on repeat.
How could I focus on RNA transcription and meiosis and glycolysis when I could hear my mom crying downstairs and my dad putting Zorro's body in a box?
But life goes on, I suppose. No matter how screwed up it may be.
I went to school and finished my exams, and now it's finally Winter Break.
We buried Zorro on Tuesday. We all decided that he should be buried at our old house, where we found him. After the hour long drive, we laid Zorro to rest.
Goodbye, my friend.
I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while.
This has been one of the hardest weeks of life.
At first, things were going ok. Midterms were halfway over, I went and saw Avatar, my parents threw a huge Christmas party/surprise birthday party for my cousin, Christopher.
But then tragedy struck.
On Monday, my cat Zorro died.
Zorro was a 17 year old black and white American short hair. He has been in my family since my sister and I were only two years old. It was the classic pet story; one night there was a bad storm and suddenly we heard meowing coming from outside. We opened the door to find a soaking wet fur ball sitting on our back porch. My sister and I begged our parents to let us keep him, and he's been our loving companion ever since.
It was so sad watching him die. It was one of the most horrible experiences of my life. My parents had to leave to go work and my sister was upstairs, so I was all alone with him.
I had two midterms to study for, so I sat on the floor next to him, stroking his head with one hand, and holding my biology review book with the other.
Suddenly, I heard a horrible gurgling sound. I looked over and saw that Zorro was throwing up. He was laying on his side, so I tried gently lifting him up to the other side of the blanket. He thrashed around, moaning. With tears running down my face, I keep petting him with whispers of "it's going to be ok". I called my parents, and they told me there was nothing I could do except keep him comfortable. I felt so helpless. He lay on his side, wheezing, his paws and whiskers twitching softly. Suddenly, he closed his eyes...stillness.
I just sat on the floor and cried and cried, unable to believe that he was really gone.
I keep running my hand over his belly to check to see if he was breathing, but there was nothing.
I kissed his head and pulled the blanket over his little body.
I don't know how long I cried. It wasn't until my parents came home at 6 o'clock did I realize that I had fallen asleep on the floor.
The worst part was studying for my exams that night.
I couldn't focus at all.
My brain keep replaying the scene, looping in my head on repeat.
How could I focus on RNA transcription and meiosis and glycolysis when I could hear my mom crying downstairs and my dad putting Zorro's body in a box?
But life goes on, I suppose. No matter how screwed up it may be.
I went to school and finished my exams, and now it's finally Winter Break.
We buried Zorro on Tuesday. We all decided that he should be buried at our old house, where we found him. After the hour long drive, we laid Zorro to rest.
Goodbye, my friend.
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