Sad Days Ahead...
Journal Entry: Sat Apr 19, 2008, 5:42 PM
On Friday, April 18, 2008, at 5pm, a sad event happened. Tigerbaby, an All American Tabby cat, fell into the deep sleep of no return. He had rough life along the way, but in the end his life (as far as I can tell) was a happy and fulfilled one.
He started life being abandoned by one family until he was saved by the pound 2wks later. During those 2wks he lived on bugs and toilet water. The pound "fixed" him and inoculated him then put him out for adoption. No one wanted him. He was an alpha dominant male who didn't tolerate any other cats. My dad went with a friend to find another cat to add to my dad's friend's collection of rescued cats. Tigerbaby, unnamed at the time, stuck out his paw and grabbed my dad's arm and vocally made his presence known. My dad's friend loved his spirit and wanted to adopt him. It was then that they found out that Tigerbaby was on the list for destruction because he hadn't been adopted for so long. Needless to say, they rescued him. My dad's friend quickly found out how dominate Tigerbaby was and decided she couldn't keep him. That's when my dad brought him home. I instantly fell in love with him and my parents knew we couldn't get rid of him anytime soon. I was almost 4 yrs old at the time. I named him Tigerbaby because he had tiger-like stripes and wailed for his food like a baby. The next few years were full of funny stories that I could make a huge book out of. I won't put them all here, but if anyone wants a funny story I'd be happy to tell one. He was stubborn, vocal, and loving to the end. He had been doing horribly, but considering he had lived with FIV and FeLV for most of his life he had a long full life.
My mother called me while I was in my bacteriology lab performing experiments for my unknown project and told me that I needed to call her back and to make sure Mel was with me. I knew that meant trouble. I called when I was done with Mel with me as instructed, and my mother told me the horrible news. I cried, but ti still hasn't really hit me because I'm not at home yet. I know that when I get home on May 6, I'm going to break down and cried til I pass out. That's how I am. I let it all out. I feel that getting all feelings out in whatever way feels best makes me happier in the end.
Those who pray, pray for my family.
Tigerbaby Jett
March ?, 1990- April 18, 2008
R.I.P.
- Mood:
Miserable - Listening to: my sobs of pain
- Reading: random things online and textbooks
- Watching: Logo
- Eating: nothing
- Drinking: Hickory tap water (Ick!)