This Wednesday the earth has lost the darling cat, Maxine. Many people had different nicknames for her for my best friend it was “the fat one”. My ex-girlfriend called her “bread cat”. But everyone at home called her “Punkin”.
She was my little brother’s cat from day one. (He’s the one holding her in the picture)
She never loved to be held but everyone loved to hold her. Some people said it was like holding a panda bear. But she would roll over and let you rub her stomach and run around
We (my mother and I) took her to the vets for worms. She was her usual playful self. Running around and rolling around on the floor letting the vet scratch her stomach. I mean she was TOTALLY healthy. (except for the fact that she had worms)—Then they gave her the pill. They had to give it to her in four pieces to make it easier for her. This stressed her out so much. Which is normal. What cat wants a pill shoved down their throat? We put her back in her carrier and brought her home. (Note: The carrier is a cardboard box with holes in it from the shelter.) Since this was her first time to the vets since she was a kitten because she was only two years and 5 months old we didn’t think much of her being stressed. Plus we only live 15 minutes from the vet so we’d be home soon.
When we got home my mother took the carrier into the bathroom (where Maxine’s bed is). She opened up the carrier and Maxine had passed. So my mother went back to the vets with Maxine’s body. They did an autopsy and found that her heart muscles were strained. She had a heart attack…
My mother and I have been blaming ourselves for what had happened for the past few days. We both wish we had realized how unhappy she was. She cried on the way back. But she cried on the way there too when she stopped we thought she just wore herself out.
She will be missed by all of us including other pets.
A small thank you to all the people who have given me little things and boxes of things and hugs. I appreciate all the sympathy I’ve received because of this. And even though life hurts at the moment they have made it a little easier.
Thank you all so much!
“And I wish that you could feel it. But you don’t choose to believe it cause I know that you can’t see it that way.”~Beautiful Like You by Lee DeWyze
More often times than not when I call someone beautiful they disagree and then point out all their flaws or things that they don’t like about themselves.
I never said that you’re flawless or that you don’t have insecurities. I said you were beautiful. When I tell you that you are beautiful I hope you know that I admire you not only for the things that I think are absolutely perfect about you but I also say it because I know about your flaws. I have flaws too…Believe me.
I wish you could look into the mirror and see all the great things that I see when I look at you. Even if it’s for a few seconds. I wish that you could believe me when I say “You’re beautiful”. I really do think so. I wish I could convince you. But I know I’ll probably never be able to. I wish I could show you how amazing you are to me because I know the mirror whispers awful things into your ears.
Stop negatively categorizing yourself or putting a label on what you see because I what I see is you and you are beautiful.
So if I could scream all of this to you I would. But I can’t so here I am telling the world that I think you are beautiful and leaving them to ask the question “who is this about?” It’s about you……..
My heart races
My knees become weak
My mind goes blank
Is it love?
I can’t find the words to say
I can’t stop thinking about him
I can’t stop dreaming about him
Is it love?
I feel so happy
I feel so alive
I feel so excited
But I can’t help but ask…
Is it love?