in a few hours i have to drive into town to put our cat down. the tiny kitten who followed my sister home from the bus stop when i was in kindergarten; who i wanted to call 'stacy', but my mother insisted on 'baby.'
last nite i walked outside and found my mother crying. i sat beside her, held her, comforted her. she asked me, 'do you think animals go to heaven?' and i lied to her, because i thought that might make it hurt less.
this morning i sat on the floor with my cat and pet her until she was too weak to lift her head, so she stared up at me and flicked her tail every so often.
then i said to her, 'im sorry. i could have loved you more.'
what a terrible thing.
last nite i walked outside and found my mother crying. i sat beside her, held her, comforted her. she asked me, 'do you think animals go to heaven?' and i lied to her, because i thought that might make it hurt less.
this morning i sat on the floor with my cat and pet her until she was too weak to lift her head, so she stared up at me and flicked her tail every so often.
then i said to her, 'im sorry. i could have loved you more.'
what a terrible thing.
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I had come to tell you about a few things and ask a few things, but... I guess that can wait.
Be alright, ok?
that is so incredibly sad lady....