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My cat, Yuki
My cat Yuki is a black and white female cat. She is about 17 years old and was (probably) born in May. When my other cat, Chako (a male, brownish orange tabby), died on June 16, 2003, she felt lonely and started to look outside constently. She was a old grandma cat with a cranky attitude. She loves the sun and normally lies under it when the front door is open. She was pretty fat during the last 4 years, but lately she started only taking a very (I mean very) smally bite every 2 times a day. We just went out on a trip to Kelowna (left on Saturday and came back today) and came back. When we came back, the first thing my grand parents said is that she's not doing really good and that they can't find her (well there horribly bad at finding things). I was the first person to find her. She was in my room near the small room where the book case is. Luckily she was still alive. I told my parents and my mom put lots of towels around her. Whenever she tries to move, she would always fall over or bump into something. Yesterday (my grandparents said), she rolled down the stairs. It is sad to know that she cannot move, eat, nor drink properly. This may be caused by old age or the fact that she cannot hear anymore (which makes someone lose balance and looks as if they're drunk). I am actually crying right now typing all this, and I was in tears before typing this. If miracles do exsist, then I wish that my cat would magically get healed. I deaply care for my cat and I want other people to hear about my cat before it is too late. Lots of people might write comments that would break my heart but this is a journal to write down memories of mine. The last place my cat would be in, in my house, is probably my room. My dad is saying that he will put her to sleep soon and I am deeply sad about the fact that I will see my cat die in front of my eyes by a vet. This may be better for her but it makes me feel hurt. She will hopefully be in my memories for a long period of time. I hope you feel better, Yuki.
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