Post by Golden Dragon Girl on May 10, 2007 12:12:26 GMT -5
I have been deprived of my two main blogging spots, DeviantArt being in read-only mode and Myspace having the blogs down (they should be up in 20 minutes, it says, but I've been on for over half an hour and it's been saying that since I got on) so I'm putting this here for now. O_<
Millie, my kitty who's been sick with cancer, died yesterday between five and midnight. It suddenly occured to me right before bed that I hadn't heard her mewing since supper, so I went down, and she was gone.
Don't worry, I'm okay-- I'm just glad to have had the time with her that I did, to have had her to help me through all those little rough spots I needed so much help through throughout my life.
Mom and I gave her a little funeral this morning. In attendance were Mom, myself, and three orange cats who wanted to know what we were doing. We buried her under a pine copse (copse is a loose word, though) and put a large board of plywood over the grave until the ground rehardens and nothing can dig it up. Mom said a short prayer (while I tried to keep the cats off the muddy, filled in grave) and except for last night, when I felt a sudden surge of thankfullness that I had ever even had her and that she was no longer in pain, this was the only time I really cried at all.
Normally, Dad buries our pets when they pass on, but Millie was my baby. I had to be there with her up till the end, to lay her in the earth myself. It makes me closer to her.
Dear God, thank you so much for that cat. Thank you so much for ending her pain. Thank you for the time I spent with her. Thank you.
...
I suppose I'm done, now.
Millie, my kitty who's been sick with cancer, died yesterday between five and midnight. It suddenly occured to me right before bed that I hadn't heard her mewing since supper, so I went down, and she was gone.
Don't worry, I'm okay-- I'm just glad to have had the time with her that I did, to have had her to help me through all those little rough spots I needed so much help through throughout my life.
Mom and I gave her a little funeral this morning. In attendance were Mom, myself, and three orange cats who wanted to know what we were doing. We buried her under a pine copse (copse is a loose word, though) and put a large board of plywood over the grave until the ground rehardens and nothing can dig it up. Mom said a short prayer (while I tried to keep the cats off the muddy, filled in grave) and except for last night, when I felt a sudden surge of thankfullness that I had ever even had her and that she was no longer in pain, this was the only time I really cried at all.
Normally, Dad buries our pets when they pass on, but Millie was my baby. I had to be there with her up till the end, to lay her in the earth myself. It makes me closer to her.
Dear God, thank you so much for that cat. Thank you so much for ending her pain. Thank you for the time I spent with her. Thank you.
...
I suppose I'm done, now.