What the fuck!! 2 Cats gone in 8 months.
Daniel went to sleep on tuesday 3-19-13 at 3pm. It was a blue sky day and a chill in the air.
I fought and struggled to get him to go to the bathroom, but he just wouldn' or couldn't go.
We tried medicines and diet changes, but nothing worked.
Never have I felt so powerless. The frustration was overwhelming.
Daniel started to fear me. Hiding under the bed or under chairs. He always thought I was coming after him, possibly to hurt him, never realizing I was trying to save him .
I began to sacrifice my own health for him.
Why does this shit happen?
Handing Daniel over to the Vet was so difficult. It was as if we were glued together. I just had to hand him over and walk out and drive away.
What else could I do. We tried. We tried so fucking hard. I just couldn't fix him.
He was only 6.
I don't believe in God, but I am so angry at him right now.
I want Daniel back. I want Zoe back. They didn't live long enough.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAA1rWy9FOc
But they're not coming back. And I won't kid myself with delusions of a Kitty Heaven or anything. He is dead. Nothing. He has probably already been cremated and his ashes dumped in some ten cent garbage bag tossed in a dumpster full of unfinished lunches and cans of Diet Coke.
Such an honorable way to go.
When I die, just toss me in a pile of dog shit and maggots. I don't care.
This life is magic for some, but a piss stained wall for others.
And I feel fucking pee'd on.
If there is a GOD, then FUCK YOU COCKSUCKER!!!
