Anonymous
6/30/2025, 12:57:44 PM No.7627083
>>7625405
What a fucking cruel joke fate played on me with my poor boy. He passed away yesterday
Yesterday it was raining since dawn and I saw him quite bad, I thought that maybe the cold had hurt him and now he had a cold and that's why he couldn't or didn't want to stay awake. He couldn't stand up properly, he didn't seem to have the strength to do so, he didn't meow either, I tried to give him water and food but nothing seemed to catch his attention, I even bathed him with warm water (please note that even today it is still raining where I live) he was so bad that he agreed to let me bathe him and dry him with my mom's hair dryer
Believe me, I seriously considered taking him to the vet downtown, but it was too far away and the rain wasn't helping. Some streets flood too easily and quickly here.
I searched the internet for what to do but I didn't know what was wrong with him in general, we didn't know if he was poisoned by something or if he was choking on something. And at 6:00 pm the worst part began, I thought he wanted to vomit and I tried to help him, his breathing was very fast and he was barely moving.
And at 6:15 he died in my arms, my little Artemis (that's what my mom started calling him) went in my arms with me trying everything to help him. His eyes turned black from how large his pupils were, he stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating.
And I feel like it's a fucking cruel joke because when I found him on the street and brought him home in my arms, I couldn't stop thinking about how someone could just abandon such a tiny cat. He left the house as he had arrived, in my arms, looking at me with those blue eyes I loved so much. His time in my life was short, but it still hurts, and it will hurt me when I think about his short life. Thinking about how little I could have done for him and what I could have done to help him
What a fucking cruel joke fate played on me with my poor boy. He passed away yesterday
Yesterday it was raining since dawn and I saw him quite bad, I thought that maybe the cold had hurt him and now he had a cold and that's why he couldn't or didn't want to stay awake. He couldn't stand up properly, he didn't seem to have the strength to do so, he didn't meow either, I tried to give him water and food but nothing seemed to catch his attention, I even bathed him with warm water (please note that even today it is still raining where I live) he was so bad that he agreed to let me bathe him and dry him with my mom's hair dryer
Believe me, I seriously considered taking him to the vet downtown, but it was too far away and the rain wasn't helping. Some streets flood too easily and quickly here.
I searched the internet for what to do but I didn't know what was wrong with him in general, we didn't know if he was poisoned by something or if he was choking on something. And at 6:00 pm the worst part began, I thought he wanted to vomit and I tried to help him, his breathing was very fast and he was barely moving.
And at 6:15 he died in my arms, my little Artemis (that's what my mom started calling him) went in my arms with me trying everything to help him. His eyes turned black from how large his pupils were, he stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating.
And I feel like it's a fucking cruel joke because when I found him on the street and brought him home in my arms, I couldn't stop thinking about how someone could just abandon such a tiny cat. He left the house as he had arrived, in my arms, looking at me with those blue eyes I loved so much. His time in my life was short, but it still hurts, and it will hurt me when I think about his short life. Thinking about how little I could have done for him and what I could have done to help him