I know this may not be the best place to do this but it's late at night and I need someone to confide in. I know that there are some jerks around but most people on the forums are decent enough so I'm going to tell my story.
When I was six years old my family decided to get a pet. After much debate we decided that the most suitable animal would be a cat so we went searching. It didn't take long and we found one of our neighbours had a cat who recently had a litter of kittens. I believe that there were 4 kittens in total; 2 black, 1 orange, and 1 white with grey spots and a grey tail. My mom, sister and myself all liked the orange one but we were told that it had already been spoken for, then we picked one of the black ones but that one was taken too. So we settled with the white one with grey spots and a grey tail. To tell the truth I was disappointed that we didn't get the kitten that we wanted however we took this one home and named it "Pepper" on account of his grey spots. It didn't take long and Pepper started growing on me and I on him and soon enough we became the best of friends. I was the one to take care of him, brushing, feeding, changing the litter, you name it and I did it. As the years went by Pepper and I became more and more attached as we grew up together. We were always there for each other, when I was upset he understood and was there for me and when he wasn't doing too well I was right there for him. In fact one time when I separated my shoulder and my arm was in a sling I was laying on my bed and he jumped up beside me and started touching my shoulder very lightly at first and gradually he put more pressure on it. Finally I cringed and he stopped right away but he didn't just jump down and leave me, he started licking my shoulder trying to help it get better, that's how smart and compassionate he was.
Well I'm 20 years old now and yesterday I had to make the toughest and most devestating decision of my life and that was to end Pepper's. He became very sick and within two days it was apparent that he wasn't going to last much longer and would only suffer for his remaining days. So I, and I alone because he was my cat had to make the final decision to put him down. I never realized just how much I loved him until now and words can't even describe the sorrow that I'm going through right now.
He was my best friend through the majority of my life and now he is gone, but now there is no doubt in my mind that I got the pick of the litter that white cat with grey spots and a grey tail.
"Goodbye my dear friend, may you rest in peace. You will live on in my heart and memories for all of time"
Thank you form the bottom of my heart for all of those who took the time to read my story.
-Adamant
When I was six years old my family decided to get a pet. After much debate we decided that the most suitable animal would be a cat so we went searching. It didn't take long and we found one of our neighbours had a cat who recently had a litter of kittens. I believe that there were 4 kittens in total; 2 black, 1 orange, and 1 white with grey spots and a grey tail. My mom, sister and myself all liked the orange one but we were told that it had already been spoken for, then we picked one of the black ones but that one was taken too. So we settled with the white one with grey spots and a grey tail. To tell the truth I was disappointed that we didn't get the kitten that we wanted however we took this one home and named it "Pepper" on account of his grey spots. It didn't take long and Pepper started growing on me and I on him and soon enough we became the best of friends. I was the one to take care of him, brushing, feeding, changing the litter, you name it and I did it. As the years went by Pepper and I became more and more attached as we grew up together. We were always there for each other, when I was upset he understood and was there for me and when he wasn't doing too well I was right there for him. In fact one time when I separated my shoulder and my arm was in a sling I was laying on my bed and he jumped up beside me and started touching my shoulder very lightly at first and gradually he put more pressure on it. Finally I cringed and he stopped right away but he didn't just jump down and leave me, he started licking my shoulder trying to help it get better, that's how smart and compassionate he was.
Well I'm 20 years old now and yesterday I had to make the toughest and most devestating decision of my life and that was to end Pepper's. He became very sick and within two days it was apparent that he wasn't going to last much longer and would only suffer for his remaining days. So I, and I alone because he was my cat had to make the final decision to put him down. I never realized just how much I loved him until now and words can't even describe the sorrow that I'm going through right now.
He was my best friend through the majority of my life and now he is gone, but now there is no doubt in my mind that I got the pick of the litter that white cat with grey spots and a grey tail.
"Goodbye my dear friend, may you rest in peace. You will live on in my heart and memories for all of time"
Thank you form the bottom of my heart for all of those who took the time to read my story.
-Adamant
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