BL00XER
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| 23 Aug 2012 02:58 AM |
If you have anything to say, please share it. No matter what the reply is, I won't care -- unless it's kind.
Well, here it is. In 2006 or 2007, my brother and I both were taken out to adopt two cats of our own. In the deserted parking lot were kittens scattered out in little sheds and whatnot, with an owner watching over them and the mother cat lying somewhere off in the distance. After being amused by the kittens for literally hours, I finally chose one for myself to adopt. I had a special feeling about him. He was a playful, cuddly cat, and I named him "Whiskers." My brother eventually found a cat he wanted, and as we headed back with our adopted kittens, I knew I had actually found a best friend (don't get me wrong here, cats will be with you and stick up for you once you gain their trust. Plus I saw him and took care of him almost every day).
After years of loving him, on March 23, 2009, I woke up to find him lying silently on the ground in my room. I walked over to him and bent down to say "Good morning" to him and stroke him a few times, as I usually do before I head of to school. When I whisper his name when he's sleeping, he usually wakes up. But as I did so, he stayed silent. And as I pet him, he was cold. I realized he wasn't breathing, and the next thing I knew I ran into my kitchen to attempt to escape reality, and at that moment, I had a mental breakdown. I lied on the floor for literally hours as my mother wrapped Whiskers in a blanket. I eventually got up to hold him one more time, then took him to the pet cemetary to have him cremated. I cried for days on end, and once I finally stopped the tears from streaming down my cheeks, I found myself lost and lonely. I stayed home from school a few days, too depressed to go and return back to my normal life. I no longer had a friend I could tell anything to, and have him understand. And yes, my cat did understand the ways I was feeling, as his mood would change when my mood was different. I no longer had a best friend. I no longer had someone to cuddle with on cold nights, or enjoy lying in bed with company, just talking. I no longer could be happy, no matter how hard I tried. From this point on, I began suffering from depression, and I have yet to tell anyone about this -- until now. I was in depression for months. It was my secret, and I was scared to admit it.
Then at the end of June, for my birthday, my mother took my to the shelter. Me, being somewhat excited but knowing Whiskers will never be replaced, chose to go and see if I would want to adopt an animal. At the shelter, two kittens caught my eye. One was too young and was adoptable within a few days, while this white one was dying to get my attention. I, being sympathetic, gave the white one so much attention that she was already growing on me. I wasn't planning on getting a new animal that day, but the shelter said she was already payed for by someone, and has been in the shelter for quite a long time. They wouldn't guaruntee to hold her, due to needing more cages for more animals to come in (she was probably going to be put to sleep soon). So after some time to think, I decided to get her and name her "Snowball." As I brougth her to her new home, she quickly grew to me and pretty much stayed with me wherever I went. This was the first time I had been truly happy in months, and the start of the end of my depression.
Now, Snowball has been an incredible cat for years, and she still follows me wherever I go. It was fate for me to meet Snowball and save her from the shelter, and I am thankful for this great gift I have been blessed with.
(I don't think this post breaks any rules, but if it does, I'm sorry. I just felt like I needed to make this post.) |
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| 23 Aug 2012 03:05 AM |
| That was a sad story at first, glad to see everything is going well now though. |
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| 23 Aug 2012 03:10 AM |
pets man
they do wonders
"Fixing toilets"- I'm the plumber, so what? |
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| 23 Aug 2012 03:10 AM |
| My mom and I were victims of an accident. My mom had a shattered shoulder and a broken rib. I had a back fracture. My father did not make it. Today, my mom is depressed, she has to see a psychiatrist. Now I can't run as fast anymore and can't do certain things that I like to do. I have scars on my left side of my face because of the shattered glass. The person who hit us was driving a truck and was an addict. Drive safely. |
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| 23 Aug 2012 03:16 AM |
Well, Snowball and you were probably destined for each other :)
A fire will rise |
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XC61
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BlabVoid
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| 23 Aug 2012 03:27 AM |
Now I want a cat but I know my parents will never let me. :( |
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BL00XER
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:41 AM |
| Bump, because people in the day should read this. |
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Agnomen
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XC61
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:45 AM |
I'm happy that there was a happy ending. It was sad at first though.
Cheese, the meaning of life |
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Dab9
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katuu
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:49 AM |
and then you and your cat die k |
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:51 AM |
| wOW, THAT ACTUALLY MADE ME TEAR UP A TINY BIT. |
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:53 AM |
I had an experience like that with a puppy But then again nobody likes dogs |
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flames337
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:55 AM |
I loved this story.
Sorry about Whiskers :(
hope you and Snowball are doing good! |
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zgirl341
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EXcellent
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:57 AM |
"Emo." Retard.
Anyways, a very moving story.
"Happiness I cannot feel, and love to me is so unreal." |
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knolligge
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:58 AM |
How this went for me:
Crying with happiness Crying with extreme sorrow Crying with happiness
What? I Love cats. |
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0ccult
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:58 AM |
| i am shedding out manly tears. |
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| 23 Aug 2012 11:59 AM |
| am i the only one not drowning in tears |
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zgirl341
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| 23 Aug 2012 12:02 PM |
i'm not really much of a person who cries, but i was crying
inside
i don't let my emotions out THAT easily |
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