This is Cookie.
Six years ago, my sister and two of my cousins brought back three kittens from the same litter, and each claimed a cat. My sister named her's Luna, and my cousins named theirs Cookie and Bear.
Eventually my cousins moved to California with their father, but they left their cats behind. With them gone, I claimed Bear, and Cookie eventually became my mother's.
Four years ago, at the age of two, Bear died in his sleep next to my grandmother.
Eventually, I moved on and began to get close to Cookie. Eventually, he would often beg me for food or attention. He would cheerfully climb onto the desk and walk in front of me while I was in the middle of something, demanding I pet him. Somtimes he would curl up in the cubbyhole on the desk, but I liked to keep him on the table by my side, but he wasn't supposed to be there and often my father would slap him off. Whenever he wasn't bugging me, he was bugging my mother, and whenever she laid or sat on the couch, he'd be right there with her, curled up next to or on top of her.
When we got saddled with Simba, the two would often be fighting.
He was still jumping onto the desk and bugging me four days ago. Over the weekend, he started throwing up. He always threw up now and then, cats being cats. But he wouldn't STOP. He couldn't keep anything down. I figured he was sick, but I realized something could be seriously wrong is when I realized Cookie was in the bathroom with Simba, but there was no fighting... just Cookie slumped against the bathtub, laying quietly. He started to lay quietly a lot... He lost all of his energy. He was no longer bugging me.
So I told my mother to take him to the vet. Don't worry about the vet bill, I'll cover it in full, I said. It's the least I can do, I have money to spare. My computer can wait.
Then yesterday, I went to work. I was worried about Cookie, of course, but well, working. Busy with other things.
I ask about him once my mother picks me up for the ride home.
She had to put our poor cat to sleep. He was undergoing or about to undergo severe renal failure, and at that point there was nothing the vet could do. I wish I stayed home yesterday... but at least she was there for Cookie's final moments. At least someone who loved him was with him.
So, now I'm out $325. And I'd still pay much much more if he'd stick his stupid butt in front of my face demanding attention while I'm doing something else. I miss you Cookie, and I love you.
That sucks, but I really wish it could have gone to making him better. But there was nothing to be done.
Link
Vawkis
Ssss. Not a good way to go >.< that's how my brothers cat "Goofy" died. Sorry to hear your comp funds were sapped though