Pet's Dying

In my childhood, I didn't have pets who "died" on me; they just disappeared one day, which wasn't unusual for out door cats. When I was in 8th grade, the best animal companion I have ever had (and I suspect I ever will have) appeared in my backyard: a beautiful lithe white cat named Marilyn (my sister named her somewhat after Marilyn Manson, but the Manson part got dropped/forgotten almost immediately). Marilyn was a lady cat, very dignified and demanding of attention at times but also very loving and affectionate (her purr was loud enough to let you know she loved you, but not so loud that it annoyed). A year ago around May/June she started having health probelms (difficulty eating, other problems) and around Halloween she disappeared and I do not know her fate. I miss her terribly.

After Marilyn, I adopted another stray, Ashley. She was a wild cat and while she loved me, she lacked the same dignity and grace that Marilyn had. On September 29th of this year I found her body; she had apparently been hit by a car. I turned hysterical at that point, and my dad had to take care of the body. I suppose what's truly sad is that now that I've lost Ashley I'm really able to mourn Marilyn because I didn't want to believe she was dead, but its been almost a year and none of my other cats have ever returned after they've "disappeared".

I'm not planning to get another pet any time soon. It really hurts to know that your companions are dead, and I'm not ready to feel that way again yet.

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