In a half an hours time, i will be going to the vet to put down my zombie cat.
im surprised that he has made it this long, he is around 18 years old. i got him when i was three.....
he has known everything i have ever known, grew up all the places that i have...
and now i have to deal with his death....
thats really strange to me
im really sad to see him go, these last few months have been strange too, he has started to get more affectionate, the only problem is that every time i touch him i feel like im going to break his bones.
he came into my house last night and when my dad picked him up to put him back out into the garage (thats where he lives) my dad had a large bloody spot on his shirt. that cat seems like he is in so much pain, he eats constantly but never gets fatter, i think he has worms, and they are starving him to death.
This is the first pet i have had to put down.....
i feel really weird about it
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