SilverVeil
Cockbiting Fucktard
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Last night I asked a vet to give my kitty an injection so he would go to sleep.
He had a urinary tract blockage and was in a lot of pain. I did not catch it in time and it got so bad his little bladder was streached.
I thought I was such a good mother to him. But I did not know what to look for in this situation. He was only 6 years old. And he was in so much pain. The vet said that even if she drained his bladder, without removing the blockage, there was no guarentee that within a few hours, he would not be in the same condition. And even with removing it, he could have recurring problems over and over. Apparently once this condition starts, it rarely goes away. And they are in pain.
I held him in my arms when she gave him the shot. And he purred to me right up to the very end. And it hurts so much. It hurt then, it hurts now, and it is going to hurt tomorrow and next week. I loved him so much. I could not bear to see him suffer. Even if they fixed it for a few hours or a day or two, what if it happened while I was out all day ? He would suffer in pain till I returned.
I only hope that he knows he was loved, and he somehow knows he is missed so very much.
Bongo was a talker. He would look at me and just meow and if I spoke to him, he would meow a reply back to me. People who came to the house used to think it was so funny to hear me argue with him. Me scolding him, him backtalking a meow to me.
And he was a lover. No matter where I was, or what I was doing, he was only happy if he was right there next to me, within a hands reach for a caress or a cuddle. At night, there was no moving him off the bed. If I was in it, so was he. No matter how crowded it was with me, my fiance, our other cat, my stepdaughter sometimes after a bad dream ... he made room for himself, even if it was on top of me.
He was my first internet alias. I said when I first got on the net I was going to make Bongo famous. And I did. People in Japan, Africa, England, China, Austrailia, Sweden, Russia, South America and Italy know Bongokitty.
Bongo was a universe of love contained in a tiny body. And I did not know how much that love meant to me. I thought it would always be there. And now it's not, and it hurts.
I just wanted to give my tears a voice so they could be heard. I just needed to share with someone how special this little kitty was.
He had a urinary tract blockage and was in a lot of pain. I did not catch it in time and it got so bad his little bladder was streached.
I thought I was such a good mother to him. But I did not know what to look for in this situation. He was only 6 years old. And he was in so much pain. The vet said that even if she drained his bladder, without removing the blockage, there was no guarentee that within a few hours, he would not be in the same condition. And even with removing it, he could have recurring problems over and over. Apparently once this condition starts, it rarely goes away. And they are in pain.
I held him in my arms when she gave him the shot. And he purred to me right up to the very end. And it hurts so much. It hurt then, it hurts now, and it is going to hurt tomorrow and next week. I loved him so much. I could not bear to see him suffer. Even if they fixed it for a few hours or a day or two, what if it happened while I was out all day ? He would suffer in pain till I returned.
I only hope that he knows he was loved, and he somehow knows he is missed so very much.
Bongo was a talker. He would look at me and just meow and if I spoke to him, he would meow a reply back to me. People who came to the house used to think it was so funny to hear me argue with him. Me scolding him, him backtalking a meow to me.
And he was a lover. No matter where I was, or what I was doing, he was only happy if he was right there next to me, within a hands reach for a caress or a cuddle. At night, there was no moving him off the bed. If I was in it, so was he. No matter how crowded it was with me, my fiance, our other cat, my stepdaughter sometimes after a bad dream ... he made room for himself, even if it was on top of me.
He was my first internet alias. I said when I first got on the net I was going to make Bongo famous. And I did. People in Japan, Africa, England, China, Austrailia, Sweden, Russia, South America and Italy know Bongokitty.
Bongo was a universe of love contained in a tiny body. And I did not know how much that love meant to me. I thought it would always be there. And now it's not, and it hurts.
I just wanted to give my tears a voice so they could be heard. I just needed to share with someone how special this little kitty was.
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