12/8/25
5:15 am
My cat is dying. Over the last six days she had started eating less and less. It just happened so suddenly. A few days ago she was jumping on the toilet and sitting there as I showered for work. Then I noticed that she was getting really skinny. Then five days later, she’s skin and bones. She only takes a bite or two of in lucky. Now she just licks her food and lays down hyperventilating.
When she walks she’s super stiff.
I don’t want her to die when I’m at work all alone. So as soon as the vet opens up I’m going to call them up and see if they can check her and put her down. I’m afraid it’s kidney failure.
She’s 15 years old…
It doesn’t feel like 15 years have passed. My work phone has a photo of us as my screensaver in my work uniform. It’s even the photo I used for our work group chat where all the managers talks to each other. Bella is my best friend.
A few days ago or a week ago I was all, please let me feel something other than this loneliness. This isn’t what I wanted.
My mum and sister came over to say their goodbyes. Mum said that her two cats did the same thing. She had one put down so he didn’t have to suffer. I know she’s suffering right now. She wants to lay down on her side but she starts to hyperventilate when she does so she’ll lay on her paws like a loaf.
If they cabe save her, I’ll spend all of my money on her. But if her kidneys are going out then, I have to put her down.
I feel like shit. Can I die and go with her so I can make sure that she’s okay? And then come back? Can we do that?
I want to get her cremated and her ashes with me. Her little fish will go in my bag and stay with me wherever I go.
I got her and Ella some of those stuffed toy fishes from Walmart. They’re like two or three years old. They’re missing the feathers and all torn up, but they’re still around. I’m going to miss her so much.
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