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Originally Posted by red98vett Oh Rhonda...I know what you mean....
to lighten up this thread a little....I also had a cat, Midnight, for 16 years.....He finally was diagnosed with feline lukemia when I was 32 years old.....The day I took him in...I was SO upset I ended up in my car blubbering and waiting for it to be over....I had brought a sleeping bag to put him in and intended to cremate him...but when they came out to find me I couldn't do the cremation....I went in...paid...and TOOK HIM HOME in the sleeping bag.....
He and I spent the whole night at my kitchen table drinking beer...(ok...ME doing the drinking) HE in his sleeping bag ....and me crying and talking to him about what a great cat he was. ALL NIGHT LONG till about 6am till I realized I had to do something with him....
I finally had to call my ex hubby and have him come help me bury him and you should have heard his reaction to me staying up all night talking to my dead cat.
Then to make matters worse - the auto sprinklers turned on and my husband got drenched while he was digging ...(he was dressed for work) and all he did was cuss me out the whole time....but he DID help me lay my baby to rest...while I hit my moms WINE and cried more. I was totally useless.
Needless to say - I had the hardest time getting over all that...and one of the worst hangovers I ever had in my life. I STILL visit his grave...he's under a gorgeous tree in my moms back yard and I still miss him.
wow - did I write a book here or what ? That is the story of My Cat and Me on his last night on earth. |
LOL sorry Villette, but i sat here reading this and i just couldnt help myself from cracking up!! At least the beer & wine softened it a bit for ya!