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peperghost
Starting Member
USA
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 Posted - 01/17/2009 : 17:41:31
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On July 10 2008, we found an abandoned kitten in our back yard. It was skinny, and whenever we picked it up, it grabbed out our shirts and started sucking. He was later named Luna, at 8 days old, and we cared for him ever since then. He was a white cat with two black spots near his ears on the top of his head, and had the most pretty blue eyes that were ever seen. I still to this day remember what his little kitten meow sounds like. From then on he was my baby.
As he grew up to the age of 6 months and 7 days. Through this period of time he had a load of fun. I used to throw things and he would go after them, but when I wanted it back he would growl at me, and when I took it out of his mouth he hissed. From time to time he would make a weird bird noise while he was walking. He loved to scratch at the door frame outside of my room and would always follow me around the house.
I never referred to him as stupid and I had a feeling he always understood what I was saying. My only regret is that I didn't spend as much time with him as I should have. I didn't neglect him, but I could have devoted a little more than 4 uninterupted hours a day with him. I used to listen to his heart beat and his breathing. This was somewhat soothing too me. Now that it's gone I wish I could get it back.
I loved him so much, but I couldn't tell if he realized it, or if he loved me back. From time to time he would purr at me, but there were soemtimes days before he purred again. He had many choices of beds to sleep on, but he always slept on mine. Occasionally he would headbutt my leg so that I could give him more attention.
On the morning of January 17, 2009 I had gotten up at 6:00 am USA Central Time, and noticed that Luna wasn't in his bed. I looked under the bed and there he was. I turned on the light and started to pet him. He refused to move that much. I grabbed him from under the bed and put him in my arms. I could tell he was deathly sick and that he was going to die. About 25 minutes later my mom woke up and saw Luna. She called the Vet to set up an appointment at 8:30 am. From 6:00-8:17 I spent my time with Luna showing him how much I really did love him. Ever time I touched him he would wimper as if he were in pain. At 8:17 my mom took him to the vet and that was the last time I would see him alive.
On Saturday, January 17 2009, my kitten died. His time of death was at 10:35 am USA Central Time. His cause of death was pnmemonia. He was a joy in my life, and I hope I was a joy in his. I think a few minutes before he died he finally realized that I loved him and that he would always be my baby.
Rest in piece Luna. You will always be my baby
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My poor kitten
