Sigh

Friday morning, June 10th, John took Snickers to the vet. Even with a pill popper and a tiny syringe, she wouldn’t take her pills, eat, or drink water. At 8:45a, my cell rang and it was my mom asking if I wanted one more chance to say goodbye to Snickers. I told her no because I didn’t want to remember her that way. I laid in bed for another hour, and then it rang again. It was my mom again, telling me they were going to put her down. She asked if I still wanted another chance, and this time, I said yes through my tears. I dressed really quickly, and when I sat in my car, I noticed that some things were missing - my visor, where I usually keep my cds, was missing. There were no sunglasses, and the little thing I keep on the visor where the sunglasses are was missing also. I looked over and my Dooney and Bourke purse that my brother gave me was missing. So not only was I upset about my kitty cat, but about my car being broken into, despite it being locked. And in my own driveway no less.

I sped all the way to the vet’s office, and cried the entire time too. When I got there, my stepdad was waiting in the lobby area for me. We had a few minutes to talk to Snickers and say goodbye to her. I told her how much we loved her, how Mom was so sad that she couldn’t be there (she was in Minnesota with my great aunt), and that my grandma (who died April 2004) was waiting for her with white roses (Mom had put a dozen on her grave the day before). When the doctor came in and administered the two needles, Snickers looked at me, and for a moment looked just like herself. It was as if she was saying “thank you for taking care of me, and doing all you could.” She did her eye-squinting thing that she always did when we talked to her. I always took it as a sign of love whenever she did that. And then she just drifted off to sleep.

My whole heart aches. I haven’t cried at all about Snickers since Friday, but writing this is sure difficult. I cannot explain how wonderful of a family member she was - and yes, that is what she was. She was not just a cat, or a pet. She was so special and dear to us. She would follow us around the house, and whenever we would talk with her or even say her name, she responded, and talked right back to us.

I was going to write more, but now I’m not in the mood. Sorry.

June 12, 2005 | Filed Under Uncategorized

 

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4 Responses to “Sigh”

  1. agaliha on January 1st, 2001 12:00 am

  2. missmegger on June 13th, 2005 1:07 am

    **HUGS** My family had to put down our Cocker Spaniel a few years ago and so I know how difficult this time is. Your story actually brought tears to my eyes - I wasn’t able to say good-bye to Elmo because I was at school 10 hours away. Take care!

  3. moulinkiss on June 13th, 2005 2:58 am

    ahh, that sucks, bobbi. i cried so hard when i watched my cat die, losing a pet seems like it shouldn’t be such a big deal, but it is. ::hugs::

  4. beeonkuh on June 13th, 2005 11:56 am

    Man, I put myself in your position and I got the worst ache in my heart. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I’m dreading the day that our two dogs have to leave us. It’s one thing I don’t like about having a pet - you get so attached to them !! I hope you feel better soon