1990
In 1990 my mother got me my very first kitty,
his name was Henry he was so cute.
He was already grown but we grew attached to each other.
He would sleep in my bed with me and I would feed him and love him.
Then two week after my mother adopted him from the Connecticut (Meriden)
Humane Society he started having problems with walking.
My mother just thought he might have hurt himself by running around
and overlooked it. But not for long because it started to get worse.
It was getting so bad that he was dragging his back legs around
and could not jump at all. Then my mother told me she was going to
take him to the vet to see if he hurt his back legs or what was wrong.
My very first best friend had a rare brain disease in which his
enzymes were being killed off. There was no treatment for this disease
and chances of getting better were barely none.
The vet recommend putting him down instead of him suffering.
My mother though of henry and what the best thing for her to do and
if he was going to suffer she did not want that.
So Henry was put down.
I was at home and I was expecting to see my kitty come home in kitty
casts on his legs. I was sitting right at the kitchen table waiting for mom
and Henry to get home. The second she came though the door
without my kitty I was heart broken I knew exactly what happened and my
mother tried to explain to me about what was wrong.
I was very upset but will never forget Henry.
May he forgive us and live very happy where
ever he is.
Marie
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