Well, today one of my cats (His name was Simba) died. It was horrible....
Earlier this morning Robyn and Penny found him bleeding badly, and he ran under my Grandma's bed. He was already very old and we knew he wouldn't recover, seeing as he hasn't eaten for the past couple of days and was already really skinny. I felt particularly bad because Simba would always come to me when I called and he never really did anything like that for the other members of the family.
I was the one who had to crawl under the bed and get him out, because he would growl and try to scratch anyone else who got near him.
I had to hold him down when the vet came to the house to give him his "mercy shots". The first to calm him down and stop him from moving (as well make him fall asleep) Then the second to stop his heart, and ultimatly end his life.
I was the one to help Robyn dig the hole that would be his final resting place.
Robyn put the bag containing his still warm body into the hole, and I helped bury him.
May he rest in peace
for Simba - 1993/2006 Agust 8, 12:16pm
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