the weather tonight is the worst it’s been in a long time and the rain is pouring down in buckets. standing outside in the yard, it’s hard not to shiver while i hold the shovel in my hand. right now, i’d rather be doing practically anything than this.. but my parents had called me, and now i’m out here digging. i scoop huge clumps of soil up with the shovel and try to place them in a nice little pile next to the hole i’m making. unfortunately, the rain is coming down so hard that digging is hardly possible. the hole is filling with rain and the mass of water tugs at the walls of my hole. minutes later i’m drenched and on the verge of giving up. i really dont want to dig this hole right now.. or later… or ever. finally i decide that i can dig no more and go in to tell my parents. i guess i’ll just have to leave the plastic bag outside for now….
Rewind 2 hours back. i’m sitting comfortably at work, typing away at my computer, still completely unaware of the cold weather that i would soon endure. the phone rings and i lift the receiver to be greeted by the crying of my mother. wtf? through the sobs i can barely make out what she’s saying. what is she saying? i’m trying to decipher it.. and… and… she’s telling me that… that… huh? what?…. oh. my kitty just died. the cat that i’ve had for 9 years now. the cat that i’ve loved dearly for so long. the cat that i’ve had since high school that continued to live at my parent’s house after i moved out. the cat that’s been sick for a year now… slowly withering away to just fur and bones. that cat that just collapsed today and died. i can’t believe that this happened. i mean, sure, i knew that this would have to happen sometime. but why? why does everything that we love so dearly have to be wrenched from us *like this*… with a gasp… and a shudder.
-vlad
I’m sorry. I will be very sad when Mushka passes on. It’s tough to lose anything.
But why didn’t they wait to bury her?? Good god, I can’t imagine digging in the weather we had last night.
When my cat died when I was a kid, it was summer time. The ground was apparently too hard to dig in so my dad put him in the freezer. They buried him later. Now, this is the fucked up part. I didn’t know this part of the story until a few years ago at a family Christmas function. Apparently, after they had froze poor Snickerdoodle they went to bury him in the hole they dug. But his little frozen cat leg was frozen sticking out. So…yes…they pushed him in anyway and SNAP…broke his little frozen dead cat leg. When I heard that (everyone else knew and I guess they thought I did) I almost went into shock. Lol. I sooo did NOT know that part of the story.
Anyway, I’m not sure now if this story will make you laugh or cry. Hopefully laugh. It’s funny now.
Yeah…. hopefully you didn’t make Vlad cry, you bitch!
Vlad, it sounds like your kitty lived a nice, full life.
Your parents are a little funny to say, “Oh, your beloved cat is dead.. *sniff* …now get out here and dig!!!” hehe
NO! Not Jeno! Dood that totally sucks. So sorry to hear it.
Wow, hearing about your kitty brings back a lot of memories from “back in the day”. Man, high school, that was so long ago. It also reminds me of your brother and that thing with him and the cat. 😉
Poor kitty. That was one of the prettiest kitties.
Aaaawww! Sorry, Vlad; that sucks! Losing someone – whether it’s a family member, a friend, or a pet – is never easy. It’s especially hard when you don’t have the opportunity to say goodbye. You can rest assured that she led a pretty good life, right? That’s what’s important, I think.
Several years ago, Steve and his family kind of adopted my cat, Gizmo, because my mom absolutely refused to let her come in the house… and she always looked so cold and lonely… so I gave her away. Anyway, she was already pretty old when they took her in and her health was gradually declining. Despite the fact that she had what seemed to be a tumor growing on her poor little nose, she was lively and affectionate. At one point, we contemplated putting her down because her teeth had pretty much all fallen out and she’d wasted away to pretty much nothing, but Steve’s mother refused – so we didn’t.
Last year, I got an email from Steve informing me that Gizmo had somehow been left in the front yard and she was attacked by two ferocious dogs. Steve’s dad heard the commotion, but by the time he came to rescue her, she was gone. I was stunned. I hadn’t seen her in a long, long time, but it made me really sad. But she was probably 15 years old, so her time was drawing near – I just wish she didn’t go the way she did.
Jamie
That’s one of the sweetest and saddest things I have heard. 🙁
oh my god!!! that’s horrible!!! poor kitty! sheez, good thing they didn’t tell you at the time.
anyways, they didn’t really want to wait to bury him. i guess they didn’t just want the dead body lying around for a while. but digging last night didn’t work.. so i had to actually pick him up and put him in this plastic bag. it was horrible. he was all stiff and it just really sucked. anyways, i think we’re probably just gonna have the vet cremate him… *sigh*
-v
yuck. I’m sorry Vlad. =(
yeah.. he sorta did. but he’s been really really sick for the last year. he’s lost hella weight. pretty much all bones. *sigh*.
-v
yeah.. he was a good cat. it’s sad to see him go. it’s been really shtty this last year.. cause he’s always been a helllllllla fat cat. everyone would always tell me what a fat ass cat i have. and this last year all of a sudden he wasnt fat anymore. he was just skin and bones basically. and it was really really depressing to see him like that. *sigh*.
-v
yeah.. that’s fucking horrible. what a terrible way to have it all end. i actually remember you telling me that story when steph and i were at your house and i was saying how i needed to go feed my parents sick cat. and i remember at that point wondering how long my cat would make it. i guess not very long… 🙁
-v
*hug*