mandak26

I hate when weekends don't turn out the way you want them to. I had it all planned out, hang out with friends, work, then study. And then the worst thing happened, my cat died.

I've had my cat, Snuggles, since I was about 6 years old. We were living in Knoxville at the time, because my dad was stationed in Turkey. My aunt's cat had just given birth to a litter of kittens, so my mom took me to pick one out. I remember they were all in a box, and the one that caught my eye was the all black. I picked her up, and my aunt told me that she was too little, but I didn't care. She was all mine.

Snuggles would sleep at the end of my bed every night since I can remember. Everyone knew her for her loud meow. Anytime someone would come over the first thing they would note was how loud she was. The one thing I'll always remember about her is when I was little, any time I would cry, she would climb up into my lap and lick my tears away. Over the summer, my family and I drove across from Las Vegas to Knoxville. I have my own car, so I was responsible for driving it. So it was just me and my cat, riding around, all day for a week. She would get cranky a lot from having to be in a small space, but most of the time I would have the music on and she would sit in the passenger seat, laying down, almost like she was listening too.

I'm really going to miss her. It just happened way too fast. I had only found out she was sick this past Thursday. We took her to the vet Saturday, where we found out her red blood cell count was so low, that the vet was surprised she was even alive. There wasn't anything we could do for the long run, so we took her home. The rest of day and night she laid by me in my bed, sometimes letting out a meow that I'd never heard before. Finally, she woke me up at 5 am this morning, and she meowed, while I watched, she slowly fell asleep, but didn't wake up. My mom made me feel a little better. She wasn't in any pain anymore.

This is her this past Christmas.