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So I just got a call from my mom that our cat died.
Onyx
It was very sad how it happened too
My brother was over at my moms house and the cat was all happy and playing with them and hopped up on a table. My brother was then talking about how the cat never really liked him and that if he held her she would always try to get out of his hands. Then he asked my mom how old Onyx was and she went and got his 'birth certificate' (some paper she had that had her birth on it).
As she was gone my brother picked her up and she wanted out so he put her down, and as she was getting down, her back legs gave out and she had what my mom said looked like a seizure, and stopped breathing
Now my brother feels really bad about the whole thing too because he feels like he killed her.
But she was old. She lived a long cat life, 16 years, was born in March of 1993. She was one of those cats that loved to ram her head and rub her head on people and she would do it hard. Last weekend I had to feed my moms pets while she was on vacation and the last memory I have of her is after I fed her and was watching the NCAA tourney, she came up to me on the couch and started 'headbutting' me and purring. My mom asked me if I wanted to come say bye to her before they bury her, but in all honesty, I don't really want my last memory of her to be of her dead. I tihnk I prefer to remember her happy when I was feeding her.
I lived with the cat for 14 of those 16 years and this is really the only pet i've cared for from it's birth till it's death so it's pretty sad. This is one reason I personally do not know if I want to ever get pets of my own.
R.I.P. Onyx, you will be missed.
Onyx
It was very sad how it happened too
My brother was over at my moms house and the cat was all happy and playing with them and hopped up on a table. My brother was then talking about how the cat never really liked him and that if he held her she would always try to get out of his hands. Then he asked my mom how old Onyx was and she went and got his 'birth certificate' (some paper she had that had her birth on it).
As she was gone my brother picked her up and she wanted out so he put her down, and as she was getting down, her back legs gave out and she had what my mom said looked like a seizure, and stopped breathing
Now my brother feels really bad about the whole thing too because he feels like he killed her.
But she was old. She lived a long cat life, 16 years, was born in March of 1993. She was one of those cats that loved to ram her head and rub her head on people and she would do it hard. Last weekend I had to feed my moms pets while she was on vacation and the last memory I have of her is after I fed her and was watching the NCAA tourney, she came up to me on the couch and started 'headbutting' me and purring. My mom asked me if I wanted to come say bye to her before they bury her, but in all honesty, I don't really want my last memory of her to be of her dead. I tihnk I prefer to remember her happy when I was feeding her.
I lived with the cat for 14 of those 16 years and this is really the only pet i've cared for from it's birth till it's death so it's pretty sad. This is one reason I personally do not know if I want to ever get pets of my own.
R.I.P. Onyx, you will be missed.
