Let me preface this with "I never liked cats." I never liked how impersonable a lot of them are. Whenever you meet one that is all lovey, of course, you are abound with happiness. Well, 6 months ago, my girlfriend brought home this little Orange guy. Tiny, confused, and likely frightened.
There are already a small dog and a few cats here, so he was quite nervous? Nope. Didn't take shit from anyone. In faact, I found myself saving him from the boppings, and little bullyings of the veterans. Him, not sure what to ever do with himself, would always loaf up. But, his colour became lighter, he looked like a potato. "Spud!" I shouted, "you're Soud!. My Spud Bud". This little dude perches on me, follows me around, yells for cheese from my sandwiches (tiny corners), best friend stuff guys.
Never did I think I could have such a fun little dude around, even with this high energy pup around, I found myself loving this little guy more, and more, each day. Last week, though, he started not doing things he was for thepast 6 months. He'd been sleepin through breakfast, not screaming at 3 am, very weird. I figured, "he's getting used to the sleep schedule! Awesome!" He finally comes down for some begging..I was so happy! I gave him an entire patte tube, he scraffed it down..he drank a ton of water..something is wrong...Next day, we drop him at the vet. It's FIP. a 5% chance it was even able to happen o the kitten in the first place. I had to tell them to take my kid to the Rainbow Bridge. And I am broken for it.
I now sleep with a little squishamellow, with a weight on the bottom of it, on my chest. I can't sleep otherwise...Please, go hug your fur babies. I just wanted to vent, because my heart is broken. I think she's bringing the ashes home tonight...