Schwinn
June 16th, 2008, 08:57 AM
Yesterday morning, my mom's Himalayan name Phoenix (who I've often referred to as the "only cat I like") died. My step-dad opened the door to the room where Phoenix and thier other cat sleep, and Phoenix didn't come out. They rushed him to the vet, and the vet gave him a needle to calm him down. They said there was nothing they could do for him, and as the vet was preparing another needle to put him to sleep, he passed away.
My mom commented how I was the only one who could pick him up. When our beloved dog BJ died, I was crushed. Suddenly, Phoenix seemed to take an interest in me, right down to knocking on my bedroom door when I came home from school in the summer and I slept in. I'd open the door, he'd walk in and jump up on the bed and we'd both fall back asleep (this was 13 years ago). Sometimes when I was watching TV, I'd pick him up and set him beside me in the chair on his bum, and he'd sit like a person lounging beside me.
He was a rescue from the OSPCA. We figure he was around 16.
Good bye, little buddy. And as Gracie says, "We'll miss you Kleenex":candle:
My mom commented how I was the only one who could pick him up. When our beloved dog BJ died, I was crushed. Suddenly, Phoenix seemed to take an interest in me, right down to knocking on my bedroom door when I came home from school in the summer and I slept in. I'd open the door, he'd walk in and jump up on the bed and we'd both fall back asleep (this was 13 years ago). Sometimes when I was watching TV, I'd pick him up and set him beside me in the chair on his bum, and he'd sit like a person lounging beside me.
He was a rescue from the OSPCA. We figure he was around 16.
Good bye, little buddy. And as Gracie says, "We'll miss you Kleenex":candle: