Totally sucks. He was 17, and his name was Happy, which he totally lived up to. Great cat. But he got sick really fast and we just found out he had cancer and kidney problems and was anemic and was having a hard time breathing, so it looks like this was for the best. But it's fucking sad. I kind knew it was coming for a long time, just cause of how old he was getting, and lately he'd gotten very thin, and we took him to the vet thinking it was his teeth hurting too much to eat the dry food and they'd recommend a diet of canned food for him. Fucking sucks.
I have an hour and a half to get my shit together before class. I only get one absence a semester, and I haven't used it yet, but somehow it feels wrong to use it on this. Like people would say, "It's just a cat." Like it's weak to miss class for this. Motherfuckers.
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Rough one. I'm sorry to hear that. 17 years, though, in the service of a family and his own cat gods, that is a good life.
Yeah, he was awesome.
And I did make it to class.
And I'm enjoying the fond memories. Still bitter sweet, but he's going to be one of those great pets you look back on.
sucks. sorry to hear it.
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