When I lived in Oklahoma my parents got me a cat whom I loved. While I had real friends, this cat was my friend too. After we bought the cat we found out it had a heart murmur and was very sick, but still we kept him. Months later, my dad got a job in Texas and that summer we moved from my home in Oklahoma, the only one I had ever really known, and then moved to Texas where I knew nobody. It was the summer before I entered 4th grade so I was still really young.
My only friend was this cat since I knew nobody there since we moved in summer before school started. We moved to Texas before our house was finished being built and we lived with my grandparents for a while and an old old old on the property (we lived on a farm). My parents, brother, and sister were all on the farm doing whatever and I had slept at my grandparents that night. I remember getting up and going to see Sam, my cat.
I looked for him and eventually found him inside his pet carrier laying completely still. I touched him and moved and could see he was still alive but not moving at all. I panicked and ran around looking for the phone number for the house on the farm and eventually found it. I remember calling my parents in a panick and getting the the answering machine and leaving a message telling them Sam wasn't moving and I didn't know what to do.
I hung up the phone and went to my cat and held him in my arms, crying. The cat looked up at me, convulsed, and then collapsed. It wasn't until later that afternoon when I had spent all morning and afternoon with my dead cat and only friend in my arms did my parents finally hear the answering machine message.
Needless to say, I cried and that summer sucked.
| twesterm said: When I lived in Oklahoma my parents got me a cat whom I loved. While I had real friends, this cat was my friend too. After we bought the cat we found out it had a heart murmur and was very sick, but still we kept him. Months later, my dad got a job in Texas and that summer we moved from my home in Oklahoma, the only one I had ever really known, and then moved to Texas where I knew nobody. It was the summer before I entered 4th grade so I was still really young. My only friend was this cat since I knew nobody there since we moved in summer before school started. We moved to Texas before our house was finished being built and we lived with my grandparents for a while and an old old old on the property (we lived on a farm). My parents, brother, and sister were all on the farm doing whatever and I had slept at my grandparents that night. I remember getting up and going to see Sam, my cat. I looked for him and eventually found him inside his pet carrier laying completely still. I touched him and moved and could see he was still alive but not moving at all. I panicked and ran around looking for the phone number for the house on the farm and eventually found it. I remember calling my parents in a panick and getting the the answering machine and leaving a message telling them Sam wasn't moving and I didn't know what to do. I hung up the phone and went to my cat and held him in my arms, crying. The cat looked up at me, convulsed, and then collapsed. It wasn't until later that afternoon when I had spent all morning and afternoon with my dead cat and only friend in my arms did my parents finally hear the answering machine message. Needless to say, I cried and that summer sucked. |
I feel so sad for you, and for your cat. Why did he die?
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That's a really sad video and I applaud the guy who at least tried
| twesterm said: When I lived in Oklahoma my parents got me a cat whom I loved. While I had real friends, this cat was my friend too. After we bought the cat we found out it had a heart murmur and was very sick, but still we kept him. Months later, my dad got a job in Texas and that summer we moved from my home in Oklahoma, the only one I had ever really known, and then moved to Texas where I knew nobody. It was the summer before I entered 4th grade so I was still really young. My only friend was this cat since I knew nobody there since we moved in summer before school started. We moved to Texas before our house was finished being built and we lived with my grandparents for a while and an old old old on the property (we lived on a farm). My parents, brother, and sister were all on the farm doing whatever and I had slept at my grandparents that night. I remember getting up and going to see Sam, my cat. I looked for him and eventually found him inside his pet carrier laying completely still. I touched him and moved and could see he was still alive but not moving at all. I panicked and ran around looking for the phone number for the house on the farm and eventually found it. I remember calling my parents in a panick and getting the the answering machine and leaving a message telling them Sam wasn't moving and I didn't know what to do. I hung up the phone and went to my cat and held him in my arms, crying. The cat looked up at me, convulsed, and then collapsed. It wasn't until later that afternoon when I had spent all morning and afternoon with my dead cat and only friend in my arms did my parents finally hear the answering machine message. Needless to say, I cried and that summer sucked. |
That's really sad too ;-(
I have to admit I very rarely cry but am more prone to tearing up or more likely getting a gulp in my throat. The beautiful Japanese film 'Depatures' made me cry (I couldn't believe I cried at a film!). Anyone who likes JRPG soundtracks will dig the sound track of this movie too.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1069238/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Departures_(film)
The ending to Simpsons episode Mother Simpson (where Homer meets his mother for the first time since childhood), always makes me sad, and well up.
The last time I actually genuinely cried at a real life incident was probably last October-ish when my dog got put down. Because I was at uni, I only ever found out stuff via the phone, which pretty much killed me. It was the Monday when I found out she was really ill, and the Friday she was put down... I basically locked myself in my room for the week.
The vets had said that they'd never seen an animals health deteriorate as quickly as hers did, so we let them do an autopsy to help improve understanding. Basically, it turns out that she had three tumours: one behind the eye (causing damage to her vision), and then one in her urethra (which ultimately meant that she lost control of her bladder - this had been going on a while, and she was on treatment for a kidney effection, which, obviously she never had) and one in her uterus.
I was very sad at the time, but I'm over it now... I think of her very fondly... and she still causes mischief from beyond the grave: my dad picked up an old chair the other day, and she used to have a thing about chewing its legs, and it gave him a splinter.
| twesterm said: When I lived in Oklahoma my parents got me a cat whom I loved. While I had real friends, this cat was my friend too. After we bought the cat we found out it had a heart murmur and was very sick, but still we kept him. Months later, my dad got a job in Texas and that summer we moved from my home in Oklahoma, the only one I had ever really known, and then moved to Texas where I knew nobody. It was the summer before I entered 4th grade so I was still really young. My only friend was this cat since I knew nobody there since we moved in summer before school started. We moved to Texas before our house was finished being built and we lived with my grandparents for a while and an old old old on the property (we lived on a farm). My parents, brother, and sister were all on the farm doing whatever and I had slept at my grandparents that night. I remember getting up and going to see Sam, my cat. I looked for him and eventually found him inside his pet carrier laying completely still. I touched him and moved and could see he was still alive but not moving at all. I panicked and ran around looking for the phone number for the house on the farm and eventually found it. I remember calling my parents in a panick and getting the the answering machine and leaving a message telling them Sam wasn't moving and I didn't know what to do. I hung up the phone and went to my cat and held him in my arms, crying. The cat looked up at me, convulsed, and then collapsed. It wasn't until later that afternoon when I had spent all morning and afternoon with my dead cat and only friend in my arms did my parents finally hear the answering machine message. Needless to say, I cried and that summer sucked. |
I don't know what to say, except I understand the feeling. While it wasn't my cat, I saw a kitten being killed by my acquaintances' dog, convulsing before it collapsed. I kicked the damn little shit across the yard and didn't get over the sight for two weeks. I still have problems with breathing while thinking of that. *pets own cat*
Haven't had a real good cry since my dog died when I was 7 or 8. Can't think of any other reason I've really cried.
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