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| 4. Tell us about a childhood pet. Why is this pet do memorable? When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my grandma had a barn cat that gave birth to two kittens in her barn. A fluffy little boy and a even fluffier little girl! My aunt decided to take the boy and I talked my mom into letting us have the little girl. Once they were weaned and able to be taken from the mom, we brought our first cat home to join our little family. It was just mom and me, she worked so I was a latchkey kid at age 10, so having a cat made me feel less alone. We named her Samantha and called her Sammy. I swear she was part dog Ha Ha!! That crazy cat would run to the door when someone knocked and would growl, she would fetch a ball and bring it to you to throw again. She was a stubborn, diva of a cat and I loved her dearly. When I was 18, my mom moved to Indiana from where we were living in Ohio and she took Sammy with her, which was fine. I was a pregnant, 19 year old newlywed living in a apartment that didn't allow animals. So off Sammy went to live with my mom and her boyfriend, and by this time mom had 3 other cats besides Sammy. It went well till I was about 24 years old and mom called to tell me she thought she was going to have to have Sammy put to sleep because she was old and she wasn't making it to the litter box in time and was having accidents and the other cats were bullying her because of her age and mom thought that Sammy was just basically dying of old age. I told her no, that I would bring her to live with me and see if she did any better having no other cats around. By this time I had 2 kids and we lived in a house so having an animal was no longer a problem. So Sammy came to live with us and honestly things went great for a year or so. Then she started not making it the litter box again and I started seeing blood when she went to the bathroom, then she didn't hardly eat and when she did she got sick, and I saw blood there to. I took her to the vet and got the sad news that she had cancer in her stomach and with her age and the severity of it, it was not fixable or curable. I had to make a choice. I took Sammy back home from the vet in the hopes that a miracle would happen...after a week I saw that it was getting worse and now I could see that she was suffering and I could not take it, I could not allow her to suffer...she had been my best furry friend for over 15 years and I refused to let her continue on like that. I took her back to the vet...I held her as they gave her a shot that would make it all stop...I petted her and kissed on her and just loved on her, she knew she was not alone and she looked so much more peaceful and out of pain. I wrapped her in a blanket and drove her out to my grandparents house in the country. They have a small area on their 10 acres where past family pets have been buried, that is where I took Sammy. I buried her myself, it was the hardest thing ever. I had never had to do something like this at this point in my life and it was heartbreaking. But I know that I did the right thing, it would not have been fair to her to let her continue to slowly die in pain. I was there when she came into this world and I held her in my arms as she left this world and my life. Ahhh..Well played WTMR!! Got me all teared up on this prompt!!  |
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