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Originally Posted by Restless
growing up we had a couple of tabbys. I named one tess. She seemed to be most attached to me. We had tess for well over ten years. She used to hide in my bedroom at night, so mum wouldn't put her outside. I would wake up and she would be under the covers.  She seemed to love sleeping under covers.
Once I felt something inside my bed by my feet-- I lifted up the duvet to find a dead mouse there! 
On the day we had to have her put down-- I rang in work and my boss let me have a holiday. I found her and she was meowing mournfully. Constantly. She was walking really slow. It was obvious she was in a lot of pain. We placed her inside a box that had cushions inside and I sat with her from 5am till the vets opened. I was trying my best to comfort her, stroking her head and that stuff. If i had to get up to go toilet or something she would lift her head up and start the mournful meowing and the look on her face was like she was saying "where are you going, don't leave me like this"
Got her to the vets and he smelled her breath and told me her kidneys had failed. What happened next I would rather not write here. Just thinking about it again is upsetting enough. |
Rob, what a sad story but thanks for sharing. That's what it's really like when you have pets.