by Jarritt Cumba

Created on: May 17, 2009   Last Updated: May 18, 2009

It is not easy to deal with the loss of anything. The loss of a cat is no different. I don't know about all people but the loss of my beloved cat Spot was about one of the worst things that happened to me. Granted it is not like losing a Grandma or Pa or you Dad, but it does really hurt. Recently I lost her and she was just about every thing to me.

She was about the best cat you could ask for. She came 9 times out of 10 when you called her name. If she got in trouble you could call her name and she would know and run to the room only to be follow by me asking for forgiveness but tell her she didn't need to be doing that but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She always slept on my bed right by my head and some times every on my pillow right beside me. She always went in the box and always knew when I felt bad and provided some comforting purrs for me. I don't know about dad or my bother who she was kind of snobby too, but she was just about perfect to me.

She died from what we believe was a spider bite. By the time we noticed the infection it was too late. We took her to the vet and they have her some medicine that seem to help but after a bout two weeks I came home from class and found her lying of the floor of my room lifeless. I was the worst felling ever that I had let her down and let her go like this.

The pain hurt a lot I will not lie, I cried a lot over the next few days. I felt bad for months. I almost could not stand it. I went over and over it and said to my self-if only had seen or known about it sooner was there something that I could have done? My dad finely came to me and talked to me about it know that is hurt me so much. He was a big help in helping me get over the grief. He told me that you should not worry because she was in a better place now and no one could change that. Maybe mistakes were made and that they needed to be accepted as the old saying goes change what you can accept what you can't.

In a strange twist, my brother's cat named Shelby the daughter of my cat Spot had kittens with in two weeks of her passing. I did not think much of it at the time and went on dealing with it but when the kittens were about 5 weeks old, they started to walk. One orange tabby cat came over to me, looked at my feet, and started to climb the couch by using a shirt that was hanging down. With a meow almost every step he climb the couch and finely got to my arm and after putting some new holes in my arm with his little needle claws he got to

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