sunniapocalypse

Some of you know I have a HUGE white cat named KiKi,
I've had him for ten years.
Over that time I grew to love him like I loved a human member of my family.

The last few weeks KiKi hasnt been moving around much.
He barely ate or anything.
My Mom would have yell at him to see if he was still alive.
Monday I wanted to cuddle with KiKi
I brought him into the living room and we sat down on the couch.
I was petting him and suddenly he started breathing heavy.
He got up and walked across the room then he collapsed.
I just started crying.
And I layed down next to him and petted him.
he didnt move.
I kept saying 'Dont do this to me. not now.'
I reluctantly called my Mom and told her what happened
She said to drive him to the vet.
So I got him in a towel and put him in the passenger seat of the car
When I started the car he climbed into my lap and meowed.
I barely got out of the driveway before he pee'd on my lap.
I really didnt give a shit because I just wanted to hurry up and make him better.
So at the stop sign I cleaned him off and rolled down the window to let some of the smell out.
i got to the vet and told the lady all of the stuff.
I put KiKi in a chair and sat by him petting him.
Then, my Mom and Sister showed up.
They took him into a room and examined him and said they needed to do an xray.
So they did the xray.
The lady showed us the results.
He had fluid in his lungs from either a heart failure or cancer.
She could drain the fluid but chances were slim he would get any better.
I started bawling.
We decided to put him down and we all said our goodbyes.
My Mom kept saying 'I didnt know it was going to be this hard'
A few minutes later I was holding my cat in my arms.
He was dead, in a box.
We have decided to get him cremated.
I know it sounds creepy but we cant just bury him in the ground.
thats hard to do since he never left the houses we lived in.
So next monday we'll have our family pet in a little urn somewhere in our house.



I remember when I was in fifth grade my dad would eat vanilla ice cream bars and leave some ice cream on the stick for KiKi. Yeah he liked vanilla ice cream.
One time someone accidentally let him out. He was missing for three days and we found him in the neighbors shed. I got blamed for his escape, but it wasnt me.
My sister and I used to trap him in the hallway and put a sheet up just to see how high he could jump.
When you scratched him on the lower back he'd go nuts. He loved it so much. The day he died I did it and he bit my arm (he got so excited). I have a bite mark from it. I look at it and it makes me cry.
The only time I really saw him look younger was when he was hunting mice. He got so happy.
My kitten went into my Moms room yesterday. He went right to KiKi's blanket and KiKi wasnt there. He looked confused by it. My Mom just started crying.
I miss him way too much.
I go in my Moms room to let him out, only to realize hes not there anymore.