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Remembering Weeby.
One of the best damn cats anyone could ever ask for.

Weeby
January 5th 2005-February 27th 2010

I remember fondly when I first met Weeby. Me and my dad went out for the weekend at our boat in Lake Dale Hollow.
When we came back, I was the first to enter the house as usual. As soon as I got in, my sister rushed me upstaires holding what seemed to be a little poof ball. When we got to her room she showed me him. A little itty bitty kitten. She told me she was at a party at a farm with some friends and the farm owners had been mistreating the cats. So she took him.
For two hours we kept him from Dad's sight (he'd never been a cat person) for fear he'd have us get rid of him. But alas, he found out. But surprisingly he let us keep him. Though originally we thought he was a girl at first (it's usually hard to tell when their kitten). My weirdo sister named him weibchin (or Weeby for short) which apparently is German for b***h. Though even though my sister saved him and I was more a dog person. Weeby chose me out of everyone else. As in it was like he actually cared about me. Whenever I was sad, he'd be the first to know. And whenever I was sick he'd jump up on the bed and snuggle with me. Yep. Despite the skiddish behavior, the constant hairballs and overall being really neurotic Weeby was the best god damn cat I could ever want. I placed him first even before the next cat Abner and our currently 11 year old dog Lady. I loved him to bits. Shared every secret I had with him and hell whenever I played a video game I had to sit cross legged so he could jump on my lap and watch me play.

But something had been wrong with him lately. For one, four nights in a row he hadn't been anywhere near my bed (which is his favorite place to be) and on yesterday morning was when we realized something was really really wrong with him. I was in my room getting ready for school when my Mom brought him in. He was thinner than usual. So we decided to keep an eye on him and take him to the vet Today.
But in the evening we watched Weeby.
Now he loves getting his head rubbed and whenever you start to rub his head but stop suddenly, he'll rub his face all over your hand. We tried that but it he did nothing. And whenever you tried to hold him up he'd have his legs straight and would not come near you. We held him and he just laid there. Then it happened. He began to breath with his stomach and not his lungs. So we hurriedly took him to the vet.

Long story short they found two hard masses inside his ribcage and a third one later on. Weeby wont make it. I'm sorry if this doesn't even come close to interesting people or make me seem like some big attention beggar. I just wanted to write this down somewhere so atleast some people would know how great of a great Weeby really was.

He'll forever be missed.