She never even got to see the apartments. I thought she’d like sitting on the windowsill.
Shadow had been sick for the past few weeks, sneezing and wheezing from what seemed like a relapse of a sinus infection she’d had earlier in the summer. She developed an eye infection a couple of days ago, and I was going to call the vet tomorrow.
She died at 8:30 p.m. tonight.
I found her in the bathroom in the evening, unable to walk or support herself. When I picked her up, she started screaming in a low, raspy howl. Her mouth started to open and close. I brought her downstairs while I got the phone, but she faded so quickly. She jerked and spasmed on the kitchen floor, and in less than five minutes she was gone.
I am completely numb. I don’t know what to do. I flip between sitting silently in complete detachment and sobbing and crying once I realize that she’s dead and I’m never going to see her again.
I loved her so much and now she’s gone. I feel like it was my fault.
when my cat got deadly sick she refused to eat a single thing and it had been days but when i started crying she ate just a little bit, and upon seeing how happy it made me, kept doing it whenever she could.
now whenever im sad or crying she finds wherever i am with a mouthful of food and eats the pieces one by one, every time looking up at me making sure i was watching her eat it all because she knew it made me happy. and it DOES make me happy
i love cats!!!
im so glad my little Foofy has touched everyone’s hearts… she luvs you all
FOOFY IS WONDERFUL
I was at my uncle’s place today for a party
My cousin brought her dog and let it out a couple of times and after a while everybody started getting this raspy cough and I kept sneezing and nobody could figure out what was causing it but eventually my uncle realized it was coming from the dog and soon after that he found out that his neighbor had bear-maced it because it had tried to kill his chickens and inadvertently poisoned an entire family as a result
It got a little better after the dog got a bath and went back outside but everybody left pretty early anyway because it was a shitty rainy day so we couldn’t barbecue or go outside or anything while the house was still Toxic
I accidentally ate something that got mace on it and burned the top of my mouth
getting random sharp pain in your organs is a lot like when your check engine light comes on in your car. you dont know what it means so you just ignore it and hope you dont blow up
moe anime girls are brachycephalic that’s why they make those shallow snuffly snorty breathing sounds when they get excited or do any kind of physical activity
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.”
Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”
Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”
Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”
Tag yourself. I’m HG Wells.
I’m James Joyce
No, but no one is explaining Ibsen!!
He had been really fucking sick for days, and woke up from a feverish night. His nurse? Wife? Asked him if he was feeling better. He smiled, said “On the contrary!” And died.
Supreme power move from my man Ibsen.
I’ve had a sore throat for a couple of days and today I woke up at like 3 in the morning shaking and jerking and dizzy, and then I slept through all of my alarms and woke up at 10
It looks like I have some sort of cold with a mild fever and it’s pretty slow moving so it’ll probably be a few days until I’m better
I think this is actually the first time I’ve been sick this winter
Pride, Prejudice and Mail Order 