The past 2 days have been hell for me. My emotions have been going crazy, it is quite scarey. His name is Sophie. Apparently its past owners who owned him for a couple of months called the cat Sophie, thinking it was a girl. We decided to keep the name. Yesterday, my mum took my cat Sophie to the vets. I noticed he had been loosing alot of weight recently and not eating right. I did not take this situation serious, i thought he will be back and fine the next day. I waited for my mum to return the cat and noticed she did not have the cat box in her hands. My mum told me that the vet had told her that he has Cancer and a enlarged kidney. He had a enlarged kidney with a large bump on it, this did no sound good. That day was the worst day, i was picturing him scared at the vets, wondering why we picked him up put him in a box and sent him off. I was crying all night, thinking of what could happen, and what he is thinking. The next day, i set off for school, not knowing if i would burst out in tears at any time. I would look at the clock frequently. I set for home, walking a fast pace, almost a run to find out the news from my mum. As today the vet would contact her and would tell her the results from the text and the operation. I walked in the house and looked at my mum, i straight away new it was bad. She nodded her head and told me the bad new, that he had to be put to sleep. Apparently the rash had grown so large, it would be impossible to cure him. My mum brought his body back from the vet so that we could bury him in the garden. I helped my mum dig a hole trying to keep a straight face, trying to keep strong, it was so hard. I opened the box and there he lay in a bag still warm, just like he was when alive. His collar lay on top of him, stating his name "Sophie". I immeditly burst out in tears as i stoke his warm body. We laid him in the hole and recovered him. We planted a flower on top of him also. I've been kicking myself thinking, if we had took him earlier would he still be alive now? I also regret not saying goodbye that day my mum took him away. I gave him a quick stroke and that was it, as he tried to scratch his way out the box. I cry thinking of that, what he must of thought, being forced in a box, taken off to some strange place, being injected, being put to sleep and never waking up again. But atleast he did not suffer pain. We did the right thing, there was noting else we could do. That brings me to now. I've been looking for sites to express my thoughts and find similar situations which comfort me knowing there are others who have suffered the pain of loosing a loved one. Thankyou for reading to this. I will always love you Sophie for the rest of my life. Rest in peace, and always be happy. 1994 - 2004
