Chatterbox: Down to Earth

My cat died today.

The last time I saw her... I think it was last night. It must have been last night, right? We had macaroni and cheese. She was underneath the couch and I couldn't get her to come out, so I slid her plate underneath and walked away, muttering about how silly she was.

My twin brother said that this morning, her breathing sounded... not right.

My mom said that she couldn't move her back legs and had to drag herself around by her front paws.

My dad said he'd take her to the vet at 11:45 and she might not come back.

I thought of telling my older brother, who's away at college, but I didn't want to worry. And I suppose I also didn't want to worry him. 

I'm still waiting for her to come back.

That's what really gets to me. I know she's not alive anymore but I'm still waiting for her to come back. In a box, her ashes, I don't know. I don't know what they did with her. It feels less real, for her to have just gone and never returned. I want to have her back. To put her somewhere myself.

Show your readers a body, or they won't believe the character is dead... 

I wasn't sure what to do tonight, feeding them... her. My remaining cat. My twin was feeding the neighbors' cat (they're away on vacation) and I didn't even realize that ours would get more than half a can of wet food until he stopped by the door and said wait, he guessed, just give her a full can... The only reason we feed her wet food every day is because our other cat, the dead one, she needed it, she was anemic, and she would put up such a fuss if the other cat got fed and she didn't.

What are we going to do now? Are we going to feed our now-only cat a full can once a week, like we used to? Is she going to get lonely now that there won't be another cat around, skittish and sneezy, senile and sleepy though she was? It's probably going to be even harder to get her to the vet now that she's seen the other one not come back...

So yeah. I guess I just wanted to tell someone. I'm going to have to tell everyone, I guess. Seems weird, to shout to the world, "my cat is dead!" I usually shout so many other things.

I've already cried, but I'll probably cry some more. I cried writing this. I'm going to be okay.

I love you. 

Viola?, I'm so sorry. It is very sad when a beloved pet dies, but it's part of having a pet. As time goes on, you'll feel less sad and be able to remember the good times you had together and laugh about them.

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