I'm kind of sad because my older cat, Nisse(NOT the new kitty I've talked about before!!), is dead. He was sick and we felt that we just had to let him go to the cat heaven. I miss him so much, because I got him when I was eight and he had a little story I think I'm gonna tell you guys, whoever is listening.
Ok, I got him when I turned eight, I think. My parents was (and is) divorced, and I got him at mum-home. Then, a very few years later, mum met a guy that was allergic to cats, so Nisse had to move to another home. Then I didn't meet him in a while, he went from one family to another, while I lived on, fought with my mum, moved permanently to dad etc. etc. Then my stepmum surprised me with taking Nisse home to dad-home. Ok, my expression wasn't as emotional as she wished (she has complained about that a few times) but I was, and am, a teenage and I really SUCK at showing my feelings. I don't like t get emotional before other ppl. But, eehm, yeah, Nisse moved to us again, and I'm very happy about that. He had some problems with getting along with our other cat, 'cause he was pretty dominant etc. etc. But then it calmed down, fortunately and he liked the life here. I remember seeing him at mum-home, sitting at the window and dreaming about being outside and chasing birds (we lived in an apartment in the middle of town, so he never went out except sitting on the balcony). Then he got in a fight with another cat, but because of the wounds and the extremely shaggy fur, we though he had been hit by a car. So wee brought him to the veterinary, that said he hadn't been hit by a car, but in a pretty rough fight. Then she found out that he had renal failure, and he had had it for a pretty long time. She said he had maximum two years left, if he had misfortune, half a year.
Now that time has flown away and now, half a year later, we looked at him and we saw that he didn't feel good. You couldn't lift him, 'cause it hurted, and he could barely jump up to the food (we have the food on a glass cabinet so the dog doesn't eat it (cat food is candy for dogs, you know)) and he sometimes just sat and stared right before him, and looked like he was in another world.
But now he's gone. I miss his extremely whiny meow and him sitting in you knee and purring and cuddling. I really miss him. I hope he's good in the cat-elysium and he doesn't have any pain at all. I hope he have a good time of hunting birds and sleeping in someones knee. He'll always bee in my heart and I'll never forget him.