Miss Kitty died last Tuesday morning. We had no money to take her to the vet.
I am disabled and we had seven cats to feed and take care of. Four cats came to us through a "friend" who begged me to watch her cats for a couple of months until she found a place where she could have them. She gave me a bag of food and a bag of litter and I never heard from her again. But Miss Kitty was not one of those cats, whom we have taken into our hearts, she was my father's cat. She looked angorian, with her semi-long silky white fur and beautiful blue eyes. My father died in '98, and I promised I would take care of her and mom. My mom got very attached to the lonely white cat who slept with her every night. My mom died in 2000. I figured out something was wrong with Miss about six months ago. She grew thinner and thinner although her appetite never waned. She was unable to sit up and eat last Monday (23rd) so I purchase some ham baby food with my food stamps and feed it to her with a spoon.
I feel so guilty and ashamed that I was not able to keep my promise to my father and take her to the vet right away when she got sick. She was seventeen. But she should have lived longer.
Goodbye Miss Kitty, I know you are happier now reunited with my father and mother. Please forgive me.
Who could look into those luminous eyes and believe there is no soul.
Theophile Gautier, on cats
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