9:07 pm
12/8/25
I have or was up since 10pm Sunday night waiting for the vet to open up. At 7:30 am this morning I called them and told them that I think my cat is dying. The didn’t have any openings until 11:30 am. Once I told them that I think she’s dying and what had happened over the past five days they got me in at 8 am.
They wanted to do some tests but the doctor said that she’s in a hard place. Her heart was barely beating and she had fluid in her lungs. Heart failure.
Her advice was that it’s best to put her down because I’ll do all these things and she’ll only lessen the symptoms but she’ll still die. There is no cure for heart failure.
I think she knew…
When they brought her in she was growling at them and when she saw me she got all happy and started looking around. When they said here is this button, press it when you’re ready and she started to get up all like, hey I’m all better see?
I just kissed her head and told her that I loved her.
Raspberry and Ella have just been laying together. Usually they’re all running around but they’re just laying together.
Raspberry kept smelling Bella before I took her.
I knew it was time but I thought I had at least three more years.
Our last few hours before she got out down were laying in bed. She was by my feet and I just laid next to her on my phone. Checking on her and kissing her when I heard her having difficulty breathing.
She was a beautiful cat. My first cat that I got to keep all their life. You know how you’ll get pets and either they die when you’re at school on the road by a car, or your parents give them away, or dump them. Or a crazy ex takes them.
She was the first. Alyssa tried to take her when we broke up but she took my last two cats and gave them away because the ex she ran off with didn’t like that they reminded her of me.
Milo and Vespa.
Then we got back together and we got Bella because she hated Alex. Alex is the cat she threw out that got ran over while I was at work.
So when they tried to take Bella, I didn’t let that happen. I showed the cops the vet paperwork and that it was me who paid for all her needs. That was 15 years ago.
I should get her ashes back in a little blue urn this Friday or next week.
I couldn’t just let them get rid of her body or find a place on some land and stick her in the ground. I want to keep her with me.
I haven’t eaten. I felt sick. My head hurts. I finally baked 10 pizza rolls and I still feel sick.
This wasn’t how I wanted my days off to go ya know?
The plan was to buy some drinks, eat pizza, play Fallout 76 and hang out with my cats.
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