Phoenix came to me from a stray cat. We knew the cat was pregnant so we took care of her. She had 4 babies 2 girls and 2 boys. I liked the orange one alot. So we kept him and named him Phoenix. He was a big cat and very lovable. People who were scared of cats loved him.
We lived in Georgia and were happy
to have him with us.
One weekend he stopped eating his favorite thing to do, and wouldn’t move around. He stayed in my room as not to get our other two cats sick. On Monday I got to stay home from school to go to the vet with him. When we got there the vet took some blood and checked him over. I started to worry and think this would be my last few minutes with him. I went outside to call my mom and tell her about Phoenix getting sick. I lived with my stepmom and dad. When I went back into the room I saw some papers and they had postive signs on them. I knew he was going to die I busted out crying. He had caught Feline Leukemia.
I was 11 years old and very sad. He was only 3 years old at the time. I am 12 now the pain isn’t as bad, but sometimes I still cry from the loss. He was my baby and still is no matter where he is.
With love,
From Mommy
| Cassandra |