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Yesterday my mom took my cat Midnight to the vet and had her put down. She had been sick, and a few days ago she stopped eating and drinking. My mom said that Midnight was ready. She didn’t put up any fuss when my mom bathed her, and when they put her down, she just stared into my mom’s eyes until she was gone.
Midnight has been a part of our family since I was five years old. Needless to say, she lived a very good, long life. I’m sad that I couldn’t be there when it was time for her to go, and I’m sad that she’s no longer a part of our lives.
I know that it sounds ridiculous, but I feel responsible in a way. She was doing really well before we moved out here, but after she just went down hill. My mom said that she spent a lot of time in my room, and in the hallway staring and the spot where Wyatt’s cage used to be. She was probably wondering where we had gone and if we’d be back. When I’d go off to school, she’d always be really upset that I had left, but I always came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year, I was just gone.
She used to follow me around the house. She spent most of her time in my room, and sometimes if I was sleeping really still, she’d crawl up and sleep on my stomach. I stopped petting her as much when my allergies got really bad. Honestly, I always felt guilty for not paying more attention to her when I was home. Now I’m feeling even more guilty because I left and never came back. At least that’s what it might have seemed like to her. I feel like I abandened her at the end of her life. I know that she was very old and her time had come. But I’m just feeling a little blue and a little guilty about the whole thing.
I’ll miss her a lot. I do already.
