by Kaitlyn
When I was in elementary school, my mom's dog, Misty, passed away. I went with my dad to the vet, not really knowing what was going on. We opened the door, led her into the room, and handed her over to a woman that sat behind a tall desk. She took off Misty's collar and lesh, handled them to my dad, and led our dog away. My dad paid, and we left.
After that, my parents refused to let me get any pets. I was a little girl, I was lonely at home. My older brothers were gone and I was begining middle school. In April of my 6th grade year, a co-worker of my dad's, a short woman named Tina who was a great animal lover, had a litter of 25 kittens left at her house. I heard about it and begged my dad to let me have a cat. Tina joined in and after an hour or so, we convinced him that a cat would be good for me.
To this day, I'm not sure if that was a good decision or a horribly bad one. I adopted a little grey and white kitten that I proudly named Whiskers, and my mom brought home a blonde, blue eyed kitten she named Mell, after the actor. I would have adopted Mell first off if I hadn't seen Whiskers first. I still remember Mell looking up at me with his big sky blue eyes as I looked over him and his siblings.
A few months went by, and Mell and Whiskers became fast friends. They were both the same, except of their color. We soon found out Mell was quite a jumper. He could jump onto any surface in out house, from our couch to the mantle above the fireplace. Him and Whiskers were de-clawed and nutered, then dubbed house cats. Years went by, Whiskers went from noisy, mean cat to just mean, while Mell went from quiet and reserved to vocal and as friendly as can be. Both kittens grew into very long and strong tom cats. Mell's eyes went to his brother's color, like a colorful stone with flecks of gold and bronze. Mell slept with me every night until I went to sleep. He clawed up my legs when I sat at the computer. He sat on my lap everytime I sat down. He was with me every single minute of everyday. I loved him so much I couldn't explain it to anyone. I called him my familiar. Everyone who ever met him loved him and wanted to take him home. My friend, who hated cats, fell in love with him even. Everyone loved him.
And then he started throwing up a lot. My parents said it was because he ate plants alot, and waved it off. Then he started to loss weight. I became worried. And thus my bad luck started. My Granny died November 19, 2003. I cried for days. Mell stayed near me, purring up a storm, comforting me. I recovered in a few months, my life went back to normal. I accepted her death. And then, in January of 2004, my baby cousin died of Sudden Infant Death. I wasn't close to her, but I was sad for her mother, my first cousin. Time went on again. Life's boring cycle continued.
May arrived. My first year of high school was coming to a close. I was excited. A week before school let out, my Grandma fell and hit her head. Soon after, her liver shut down and everyone was called to the hospital. Mell and Whiskers were with me the entire time I cried after her death. Whiskers, however, eventually got bored with me and left, while Mell spent every waking moment with me. I was so thankful for him that I cried just because he was there. Both of my grandmothers loved him almost as much as I did.
Live went on as usual. Summer came, along with my birthday, and everything was fine. September arrived, school occupied most of my time and patience. Whiskers went off to himself, Mell stayed with me. Again, the throwing up came and he lost more weight. Finally, we took him to the vet. They felt a lump under his ribs and asked for him to stay the night. I agreed and went home. Everything was fine. My mom called me from work the next day, and told me the news. Mell had a mass near his stomach that was pushing his stomach in and blocking off his food. He would die of starvation. I cried harder than when my grandmothers and cousin died. I was so messed up, i couldn't go to school the nect day. My mom and I began to feed Mell ground up cat food with water mixed in to make it soft. I snuck in milk instead of water when I could. And occasionally the juices and water from tuna cans. He LOVED that.
Mell, being the strong cat he was, lasted four months instead of the 2 weeks the vet said he had to live. I came down with strep throat the day he was to be put down. He refused to eat anything that wasn't completely water. I fed him his last meal, tuna water and juice, his favorite, and put him in our soft black cat carrier. Though I was sick out of my mind, I took him to the vet along with my parents. We waited patiently in the same room that we let Misty go in. Light conversation and stupid jokes to ease the tension. I kept my hand in the carrier the entire time, stroking him. And then the vet came. She asked us to come back. We did, pulled Mell out of the carrier (he was so scared...), and she felt under his ribs. The lump was there, bigger than ever. He was skin and bones. I told myself I wasn't going to cry as she went over what would happen to him. My parent's refused to let me watch him be put down, and they wouldn't let me take his body home. I was devistated. I couldn't beieve how cold they were being. I kissed Mell on the forehead and stroked him one last time, tears spilling down my cheeks. He tried to get away from the vet and her assistant, to get to me. He never cried. I left the room, arms crossed, tears streaming down my face. My throat throbbed, my heart broke into a million pieces.
At home, Whiskers cried and whined. I held him and he purred like Mell used to. I tried to imagine Mell there, but I felt like it couldn't be real that he was gone. I cried for hours. The house was too quiet, I was alone. Whiskers followed me everywhere, and everytime I looked at him I cried. I couldn't even say "Mell" without bawing my eyes out. And now, I still cry as I type this. I miss Mell so much I can barely stand it! I just hope he waits for me in Summerland. I can't wait to see him again! :') I really wish I had gotten to say goodbye to him...

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