I know I was supposed to draw some requests, but I've been busy lately. Had a financial crisis that has been resolved, but last night at 1:30 am I had to take my five year old siamese, Snickers, to the emergency vet. He was put to sleep an hour and a half later.

He's always sort of been a sickly cat, being born a runt and all, but within the past two months his health was declining more rapidly. He had been more lethargic, hiding more, eating less.. two weeks ago he had congested breathing coupled with wheezing. A week ago, he was walking strange.. two days ago he stopped eating and drinking, or did so little of both, no one noticed. Last night (or early this morning) around 1 am, my mother found him in her closet, moaning. He tried to walk to her and his back legs wouldn't move. She scooped him up and made a little bed for him, woke me up and told me what was going on. He couldn't even lift his head when we were petting him; all he could do was cry out. Later, when we came home, we also found out that he had wet my mother's bed.. poor thing had no control over his little body anymore.

We arrived at the vet and after examining him, she came to two conclusions (with his legs): he either had thrown a clot or he had some type of cancer relating to his spinal area, which would cause him to become immobile. Either way, she explained to us that he was critical and in a lot of pain. To nurse him back to health medically, it would have cost upwards to around $10,000, and we just got over having financial difficulties.. that was obviously hard for us to swallow. So they gave him pain killers and we told the vet we supposed the best thing was to have him put to sleep. She agreed, informing us if he wasn't suffering so much, she probably wouldn't have done it. So we all sat in the waiting room and cried little while they prepped him.. and they let us go into the back room. When we came in he started meowing. We pet him, kissed him, told him we loved him.. they moved him to a quieter area and let us have some alone time with him. Then the vet came in and gave him his shot, listened to his little heart, and he was gone. I cried for awhile while I picked him up and held him in my arms, giving him his last kisses.

Snickers liked to sit in our laps. He liked sharp cheddar cheese and would not accept any other kind. He had a teddy bear that he would love, and he always used to play with my hair.

I know he's just a cat, but he was a family member for a little over five years. I just feel really cheated on my time with him.

I'll miss him.