Pets Die

Our main cat, the best dang cat we have ever hard, the siamese cat, died 2 nights ago. It was horrible. He comes running into our room, does this little spazzy jump thing (like he is trying to catch a fly) then went limp on the ground. He would twitch a little every now and then. Then his breathing got really hard and his eyes diallated huge. Luckily the kids were in bed at the time, or Crystal woulda had a cow. It is her favorite cat in the whole world. He lets her carry him everywhere, and he would sleep under her covers, which she just loves. Sometimes she makes him sleep on her tummy. He is seriously the best cat ever.

Anyway, it was horrible to just watch him like that, so we wrapped him up in a towel, drove over to Eddies, and had Eddie shoot him. Good to have someone like Ed who has enough guts to do that.

We took him back to our house and buried him right behind the back part of our lot. It was weird to bury him. Not 1 hour before he was fine sleeping on Amy's clothes in the closet, and now here we are putting his limp body into some hole in the back our property. It was very sad. I had a horrible time trying to sleep that night, kept seeing the cat dying on our floor, twitching and breathing. Blech.

I feel horrible for Crystal. She loves that cat to death, and sometime she is gonna ask where the brown kitty is. Amy said she will just tell her he got a big ouchy and died. Crystal is old enough to understand a little, so we will see how that goes.

I think its affecting me more than I like to admit. Im scared I might be around when Crystal asks about him. Im scared to get another cat for fear it will be as wonderful as that cat and then die on me again.

The only thing we can think of is that he ate something he shouldnt have. Its a little odd, cause our orange cat went out one night about 4 weeks ago and never came back. Its MUCH easier to lose a cat that way. Its horrible to watch something die.

May I never see something like that again. Although most likely, I will.