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GAY ASS SOB STORY ACCOMPANIED BY A SHITTY FIVE MINUTE DOODLE PLEASE LEAVE NOW
I wanted this here but I didn't want the attention on my front page, and I know most people don't watch scraps, so this should be pretty safe. Yes?

So, like, back on December 14th when I had to put my cat to sleep. I didn't say anything about it, because, honestly, I didn't want to come online to find a bunch of reminders that one of the biggest parts of me was gone forever now.

It was sudden, so I didn't really get to spend a lot of time with her. Her back end just kind of, gave out. We had to take her to the vet and put her down that very day.

I still blame the vet for discarding my observation just because I wasn't a professional. I was right in the end. She was numb, nothing was pulled, and nothing was hurting her. He laughed it off when I said so and just told me she was in pain and gave me some expensive pain relievers for her. He had her for three hours so I figured, he would have noticed anything else that may have been odd.

Well, next day her back end entirely gave out, she was dragging it across the ground and had lost all control. The first thing my dad did was tell me flat out that she was probably going to be put to sleep.

I cried for a long while. I'd had Mip since I was five, my parents got divorced just after she came to us. She had been the one constant thing throughout my being moved from house to house. She slept with me at night, sat next to me or in my lap all day. She would always greet me at the door when I got home.

She was my baby and more dear to me than most people.

I was so furious with that vet I could hardly think straight. I honestly could have screamed at him. He takes her back when we bring her in and tell us, less than five minutes later, "She's got a blood clot. It's just too far along for us to help her. I'll give you guys a few more minutes with her."

... I told him she was treating it like it was numb. I've seen that cat in pain, she wasn't hurting that day. My dad was even angry with him.

Regardless, she's gone now. But the last thing I did before her heart stopped was pet her and say, "I love you."
When we got back in the car I couldn't really tell what was happening and kept thinking about how I wanted to go back in there and bring Mip home so her food wouldn't get too stale. She always hated her food when it was stale.

The first song I heard was... shit I don't know what it's called but I think it's by Flyleaf [sp?]. Either way, I just kind of sat there and listened, since I have this really bad habit of kicking myself when I'm down, and a line came up, "You whisper you love me" and then I just kind of locked up.

I guess that it reminds me of that time mostly because it was the first thing I heard after that. Neither my dad nor my step-mum would talk, they knew how important that cat was to me and they understood that I was unusually fragile at that certain time.

But, well, since I never actually vented about it, I scribbled this when the song came on in the car yesterday. I was picking my cousin up from school, and I just grabbed a pen and paper and drew this. It wasn't supposed to be good, I know it's not, I just, was getting upset again and so I vented instead of crying in front of my cousin.

Mip was a runt, so yes, she was actually very small. Not that small, but then again I wasn't going for accuracy.

... I actually kinda feel better after saying all that.

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GAY ASS SOB STORY ACCOMPANIED BY A SHITTY FIVE MINUTE DOODLE PLEASE LEAVE NOW
I wanted this here but I didn't want the attention on my front page, and I know most people don't watch scraps, so this should be pretty safe. Yes?

So, like, back on December 14th when I had to put my cat to sleep. I didn't say anything about it, because, honestly, I didn't want to come online to find a bunch of reminders that one of the biggest parts of me was gone forever now.

It was sudden, so I didn't really get to spend a lot of time with her. Her back end just kind of, gave out. We had to take her to the vet and put her down that very day.

I still blame the vet for discarding my observation just because I wasn't a professional. I was right in the end. She was numb, nothing was pulled, and nothing was hurting her. He laughed it off when I said so and just told me she was in pain and gave me some expensive pain relievers for her. He had her for three hours so I figured, he would have noticed anything else that may have been odd.

Well, next day her back end entirely gave out, she was dragging it across the ground and had lost all control. The first thing my dad did was tell me flat out that she was probably going to be put to sleep.

I cried for a long while. I'd had Mip since I was five, my parents got divorced just after she came to us. She had been the one constant thing throughout my being moved from house to house. She slept with me at night, sat next to me or in my lap all day. She would always greet me at the door when I got home.

She was my baby and more dear to me than most people.

I was so furious with that vet I could hardly think straight. I honestly could have screamed at him. He takes her back when we bring her in and tell us, less than five minutes later, "She's got a blood clot. It's just too far along for us to help her. I'll give you guys a few more minutes with her."

... I told him she was treating it like it was numb. I've seen that cat in pain, she wasn't hurting that day. My dad was even angry with him.

Regardless, she's gone now. But the last thing I did before her heart stopped was pet her and say, "I love you."
When we got back in the car I couldn't really tell what was happening and kept thinking about how I wanted to go back in there and bring Mip home so her food wouldn't get too stale. She always hated her food when it was stale.

The first song I heard was... shit I don't know what it's called but I think it's by Flyleaf [sp?]. Either way, I just kind of sat there and listened, since I have this really bad habit of kicking myself when I'm down, and a line came up, "You whisper you love me" and then I just kind of locked up.

I guess that it reminds me of that time mostly because it was the first thing I heard after that. Neither my dad nor my step-mum would talk, they knew how important that cat was to me and they understood that I was unusually fragile at that certain time.

But, well, since I never actually vented about it, I scribbled this when the song came on in the car yesterday. I was picking my cousin up from school, and I just grabbed a pen and paper and drew this. It wasn't supposed to be good, I know it's not, I just, was getting upset again and so I vented instead of crying in front of my cousin.

Mip was a runt, so yes, she was actually very small. Not that small, but then again I wasn't going for accuracy.

... I actually kinda feel better after saying all that.