So at about 3am I woke up having an anxiety attack as per usual, though this time I was dreading the next 12 hours ahead. Not only was/am I sick with an annoying cold, and not only did I have 5 straight hours of class to attend in 6 hours. But in little over 12 hour my precious kitty Harry Feat was going to be put down.
I haven't lost a pet since I was like 8 and I've had my two cats for over 10 years. So the thought of losing him made me nauseous. Why was he being put down you might ask? well my parents at first suspected a stroke. The it was the possibility that someone hit him with a car. The car idea made me more upset than the stroke. FACT IS... my cat was going to die. FUUUCK.
Okay so after crying for over an hour exhausted myself and fell asleep. I was up a 7:30 again because i couldn't sleep and had to get up at 8 anyways for class. I didn't have much time to say goodbye to him. It sucked.
In class I ended up passing out from exhaustion and sickness. So I went home at 11 and spent the last few hours I ever would with my kitty. It was sad. I held him and cried. I cried and cried. I've cried so much that I can't cry anymore. My stomach is upset and my head hurts. Not to mention the little cat shaped hole in my hear..
My mom came to get him at 1:30. He's gone now. I'll never see him again. I don't know what else to say. There's a melancholy cloud over my house... I suspect it will remain there for quite some time.
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