In 2020, me and my grandparents found him inside a sidewalk utility box that had a hole and at an apartment. We thought he was our other cat, Skriddles who ran away in 2019 and we hoped that he would come back someday.

However this cat was different, he was a tabby like him but had different behavior as he didn't go out and was more of a house cat, he also had what we thought was a cold or flu. He never used the bathroom outside like the other neighborhood cats. Regardless of his difference, we took him in and take care of him. We got him a litterbox and fed him well. We didn't really come up with a name for him, I used to just call him "Bootleg" as while he may look like my cat, he doesn't really have the same behavior. But then I started to call him "Pooper" since that's all he pretty much did, eat and use the litterbox, he would then probably go to sleep or go see what we were doing.

We also tried to use some medicine on him in hopes of him getting well but none of the things we've used didn't seem to work. My aunt suggested that we should take him to the vet but my grandpa said no as Pooper's sickness "isn't that bad" and should just take the medicine in order for him to get better . . . looking back at that now, it makes me want to punch him. My grandpa acted like he knew everything which he didn't. He even said that cats knew how to take care of themselves when they're sick, this was bullshit as days and months went on he only got worse. Pooper started having congestion in his nose and he slowly lost some weight. In 2021, his nose has started to get clogged up by his boogers which I clean out every day. I started to think more and more about taking him to the vet but grandpa still won't take him there . . . the old fart hasn't gotten a single fucking idea how the cat has gotten worse now.

On 3/21/2022, my Aunt and I took him to the Vet to see what was wrong with him and see if he could be fixed and healthy again. He was very sick as his congestion is worse as it got in his eyes along with his nostrils. Upon taking them there, the doctors found that he had small kidneys. He also had moderate tartrate in his teeth. My grandma chose that the doctor should Euthanize him, I didn't want that to happen to him as I strongly felt that he still could be saved and that I didn't want to lose him.

However, due to his current state, it wasn't possible. I stayed in the room with him as I didn't want to leave him alone to die. I love and care about him too much to let Pooper be by himself. I told him that I'll miss him and that it'll never be the same without him.

I told him my final words to him, "I'll never forget you."

I'll deeply miss him.