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We currently have friends living at our house right now until they can find a house.
That's not the sad part. The one girl who usally does the laundry comes up to me today (Friday 24,2006) and says "Theres a cat in the drier."
I go "are you serious? tell me your joking."
"No, theres blood everywhere, I was wondering what that thuding sound was."
So I run down the basement stairs waiting for the worst.
And who is in the drier?
My little baby kitten about 8 months old.
Laying in the back, looking at me, barely breathing.
I drop to my knees and scream and start crying I don't know what else to do. I don't want to move him cause I'm afriad I'll hurt him.
The last thing he sees before he dies is me crying hystericaly.
My poor baby. I can't say what happened afterwords, because I am about to cry.
Some of you may think "Hey its just a cat get over it."
But I love my cats. He didn't deserve to die like that.
No cat does.
Please, if you have cats, make sure you check to see if their in the drier.
R.I.P
Phillip Sydney.
We miss you and we love you. heart
 Deathsmessenger · Sat Nov 25, 2006 @ 08:52am · 2 Comments |
