Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 11:52:09 GMT -6
This story is true, I will tell you what happened to this Cat. I had a cute fluffy cat, it was a female. Her name was very cute, Shusha and her breed was a mix of Angora and Persian. Her coat color was black, but not completely it was also a bit of grey and if you would rub her fur underneath, it would tern very light grey. Shusha's eyes were Yellow and slit, they were so big and round,and also she didn't look a lot like a Persian, she looked more like Angora with the shape, but the fur was like a Persian, accept it wasn't as long. We bought Shusha home, when she was 2 weeks old, she was so small that she could fit in my dad's hand, but that time I was not born. When I was born, Shusha was scared of me, but then got use to me and was always sleeping on my tummy 
. One day she gave birth to litter of 2 kittens, a boy and a girl. The boy's name was Shurik, and the girl's... I quite don't remember, since we gave away her to other person who we didn't know, but Shurik was with my Grandma and Grandpa. Shusha, was playful, funny, and liked fish a lot, and rarely drank milk sometimes. Shusha could bite me sometimes, I wasn't really mad, but I patted on her head, so she wouldn't bite me again. If cats bite you or scratch you, that means they are angry or didn't like something, they are not always in the mood, like humans. It's easy to know if cats are mad or like something, if they wag their tail, they don't like something, if they simply purr they like something. When I turned 7, Shusha was almost 15, and when it was 1 day of Spring... It happened. I woke up, ate my breakfast, then I heard a meow, I ran down stairs, everything was quite. When I sneaked around I heard it again, a light meow, like she was stuck, I looked in the corner, where the disks were on a little shelf, she was behind it. Her paw was on the shelf, and her eyes said "Help me...". She was stuck, I tried to get her out, but I couldn't, I called my dad after to get her out. We got her out, she was fine for now, but she felt something weird.
Then we went to my Aunt's house, she had a party there and we went there, we lived close to her, like 1 or 2 Km away. Then when we came back, we made a snow man with my dad, and went home, I went downstairs and saw Shusha on the floor, she was loose and weak on her side, her eyes closed. My dad touched her, she didn't move. I started to worry, we called our Aunt, and we bought Shusha in a car to the pet hospital. The doctor took her, and I saw her for the last time. The doctor came out and said. "We're sorry... But it's to late. When cat's feel something weird or when they die, they start hiding. Your cat died from blood going in her brain. We're very sorry...". I cried, I couldn't believe, that Shusha was gone. The doctor burned her body (I think that's just rude... It's like burning their soul!
I think they should of just bury her)
and then when we came home, my mom came from work. I tolled her what happened, she started crying a lot. Then my Aunt and my Uncle came, my Aunt was crying too, we all loved Shusha, even my dad was crying, a bit. I couldn't believe it, and All I did, was laying on the couch all day and crying. My mom and my Aunt went to the pet hospital, and my mom cut a peace of her Shusha's soft fur, we kept it in a tiny bottle, so whenever we want to pet her, we pet that little peace of fur, and Shusha's soul will be happy. And the burned body, witch was sand now, we kept it in a box... This is how my cat died... Today, I remembered her, and put her story of her life in here, so she wouldn't be forgotten.
This is all.
. One day she gave birth to litter of 2 kittens, a boy and a girl. The boy's name was Shurik, and the girl's... I quite don't remember, since we gave away her to other person who we didn't know, but Shurik was with my Grandma and Grandpa. Shusha, was playful, funny, and liked fish a lot, and rarely drank milk sometimes. Shusha could bite me sometimes, I wasn't really mad, but I patted on her head, so she wouldn't bite me again. If cats bite you or scratch you, that means they are angry or didn't like something, they are not always in the mood, like humans. It's easy to know if cats are mad or like something, if they wag their tail, they don't like something, if they simply purr they like something. When I turned 7, Shusha was almost 15, and when it was 1 day of Spring... It happened. I woke up, ate my breakfast, then I heard a meow, I ran down stairs, everything was quite. When I sneaked around I heard it again, a light meow, like she was stuck, I looked in the corner, where the disks were on a little shelf, she was behind it. Her paw was on the shelf, and her eyes said "Help me...". She was stuck, I tried to get her out, but I couldn't, I called my dad after to get her out. We got her out, she was fine for now, but she felt something weird. Then we went to my Aunt's house, she had a party there and we went there, we lived close to her, like 1 or 2 Km away. Then when we came back, we made a snow man with my dad, and went home, I went downstairs and saw Shusha on the floor, she was loose and weak on her side, her eyes closed. My dad touched her, she didn't move. I started to worry, we called our Aunt, and we bought Shusha in a car to the pet hospital. The doctor took her, and I saw her for the last time. The doctor came out and said. "We're sorry... But it's to late. When cat's feel something weird or when they die, they start hiding. Your cat died from blood going in her brain. We're very sorry...". I cried, I couldn't believe, that Shusha was gone. The doctor burned her body (I think that's just rude... It's like burning their soul!
I think they should of just bury her)and then when we came home, my mom came from work. I tolled her what happened, she started crying a lot. Then my Aunt and my Uncle came, my Aunt was crying too, we all loved Shusha, even my dad was crying, a bit. I couldn't believe it, and All I did, was laying on the couch all day and crying. My mom and my Aunt went to the pet hospital, and my mom cut a peace of her Shusha's soft fur, we kept it in a tiny bottle, so whenever we want to pet her, we pet that little peace of fur, and Shusha's soul will be happy. And the burned body, witch was sand now, we kept it in a box... This is how my cat died... Today, I remembered her, and put her story of her life in here, so she wouldn't be forgotten.
This is all.
