Someone entered my life twelve years ago
He was everything I wanted.
Everything I needed.
I could talk to him,
He would listen patiently,
I would in turn rub is belly,
Scratch his ears.
He felt pitty for me,
and brought me baby rabbits, mice, and the like.
He cared for me.
When I was sad,
He would purr and nuzzle my fears away.
When I was angry,
he would calm me in minutes,
simply be listening.
When I was happy,
he was happy with me.
We grew older together.
Time passed, he turned from black,
to gray and black.
But then something happened.
It started in the winter of 2004.
He ate less, and had problems controling his bladder.
I didn't think anything of it, he was my baby, he would never die. Would he?
I left for three weeks, on a vacation to France with my French class. When I came back, he had lost alot of weight. He wasn't the same cat. His energy level dropped severly.
I started taking care of him, instead of the other way around. It really hit me on Sunday, August 14th, 2005. He wouldn't get up. He only walked when he went to get a drink. He stopped eating.
I cried that night.
The next day, it worsned. He could barely lift his head. His tail no longer twitched like usual. The next day it got worse still. He couldn't walk 6 feet without falling down several times. We finally took him to the vet on Wednesday the 17th of August. They did blood tests and found out he had FIV, Feline Imuno Virius. He was already semi-comotose. The best option was to put him down.
Memories, thoughts, feelings ran through my head. How could this happen to my baby, my best friend in the entire universe?!
So, then at 11:30 am on August 17th, 2005. My baby, my friend, the family cat left this world to join his brother in heaven. At least I know someone is saving me a spot in heaven. I won't be afraid to go at all. I'll be able to join my baby and both of my grandfathers.
Someday, I will find you Sparky. We'll be together again someday.
Until then my baby,
I love you.