On Valentine’s day, 2011, me, my dad, and my little brother got home from In-n-Out. Luke, my fuzzy teddy-cat that broke out the window and didn't come back for two days, had puked on the kitchen floor and various other places and I cleaned them up, along with a piece of poop in the middle of the floor. He all of a sudden started acting like he was ten years old, old for a cat, when he was only four. When I picked him up, he just complained at me like an old cat my grandma used to have named Momo. I called Mom and asked her what to do, and she said she would be home soon. In the meantime, I watched Luke and worried. What if it was fatal? It was. When mom got home, she called an animal hospital and told me and my brother to get dressed, put my contacts in, and get in the car. It was about 9:40, somewhere around that. I got Luke in his carrier and sat in the front by mom, vigilantly holding Luke’s carrier so it wouldn’t bounce and rock along with the car on the way. We arrived at the hospital and parked in the Emergency Only zone. We went in and dropped him off. The vet called us in and told us what it could be and that they would X-ray him and get a diagnosis, and call us if things went wrong. We went home. It was now 11:00. They did call us again. Things did go wrong. It was around 2:30 in the morning, and Mom told me that they said something had punctured his small intestine. There was no way to save him. They had to put him down. I was crying as I was typing this as it is. We went to the hospital to say goodbye, and I held him in my arms for the last time. He tried to purr, but all that came out was a dull thudding sound that could barely be heard. I had to give him back to Mom because I was trembling so much. The nurse took him and we went to Grandma’s house to stay the night. Daisy, Grandma’s giant German Shepherd mix that was older then I am, greeted me, but it still hurt. After some TV, I went to bed, and silently cried myself to sleep. I skipped school the following day, and that Friday night, I had a dream that I thought I saw a faint silhouette of Luke outside the back door, and let him in, closing my eyes so he wouldn't disappear and I would be able to pet him again. I felt his soft fur as he walked past me towards his food and water, like he always used to do. I will never forget him. Aww, Luke......why'd you have to go.... You know I had to. It was to prepare you for something that would otherwise tear you apart more than this did. It was to protect you. But you weren't protected....I pinky swore you would be okay... I am okay. You will be too. How do you know? *Cries* *Licks on cheek* *Hugs* Goodbye..... *Goes up to StarClan. I can just make out Bluestar and Spottedleaf and the silvery warriors of StarClan..sees Momo's figure among them with his big old Siamese ears...Momo and Luke share tongues along the way into the sky...Luke's fur turns silvery and bright.....* *Sings* I miss you... Go to this link. It'll explain: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/kittymeow626/571318
