I’m writing this in response to Bakawali‘s posting on the demise of her 18-year old cat, Danko.
I had a cat I was really close to when I was 11. That was the only friend I had because my childhood was restricted to the compound of the house due to security reasons. I didn’t have any friend after school, so Foxy was my only friend.
One day, before going to school, I saw Foxy dragging its hind legs trying to reach me. It was obviously in pain. I told my mother about Foxy and on my way to school, the driver and I dropped Foxy off at the vet’s.
For three days I couldn’t eat properly thinking about Foxy. Then one day, I forced the driver to take me to the vet to see Foxy. I was devastated to know that it had to be put down.
I couldn’t do anything but cry everytime I got home from school and sat where Foxy used to sit after meals.
Danko, if you see Foxy, say hello to him. The two of you would make great pals in Cat Heaven.
Foxy would have been 31 this year.
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