It was called Big Mimi. Got sick and went away, it was only a little over a year old. I am not a qualified pooper scooper.
It was a white field cat, with a handful of gray hairs on its head, a big face plate, especially good-looking, all white, and the fur was smooth, the eyes were emerald green, the body size is larger, slightly fat, but it does not affect its face value at all, the body is slender, beautiful, really beautiful, I have a lot of pictures of it, my phone is full of pictures of it, can not afford to delete, I have many photos of it, I can not afford to delete. I have a lot of pictures of him, I can't even delete them, from when he first came here, he was a tiny little one, to when he grew up, he was very big and very beautiful.
Since a year, my phone screen are big boobs, just at noon, my husband and I buried the big boobs in the neighborhood outside of a river on the edge of the woods, back, I quietly put the phone screen on the screen of the big boobs screen saver change, I don't want to open all the time to think of it rushed to me to pamper, rushed to meow meow, rely on me to cuddle and want to sleep in the look of the rush can not be chased away.
I'm 5 months pregnant, I know that crying is not good for the baby, but I just can't help it. At 7 am, my husband got up and got ready to go out, I also got up early, I asked my husband to help me hold Dami, I gave it medicine, it did not eat it, for two times, it did not eat, I did not continue to feed it, because the medicine is very bitter, was chewed by it, and I know it does not like to eat at all. Last night when I gave him the medicine I knew he couldn't make it, because he couldn't walk, he could only lie weakly on the mat, even lying on his back was a bit difficult, he could only lie on his side, at that time I was prepared in my heart, he was going to leave me, and I accepted this as a fact. Until then I was expecting in my heart that he would be fine, maybe he would be; this morning he didn't take his medicine and was given some honey water and he looked at me, just looked at me, calmly, and his tail kept wagging around.
I looked at it wobbling back to the mat, my heart is very sad, I know it is going to die, but I did not expect so soon, obviously more than 7 o'clock when it is still tenderly looking at me, more than 8 o'clock before I go back to sleep I went to see it (mid-pregnancy is more lethargic), it is curled up in the cushion, did not raise his head, I called it did not move, and rushed it to catalyze a breath of air, its ears moved, and I said a sound: mimicry cubs! I said, "Mimi boy, be good, mom went to bed.
At eleven thirty I got up to prepare for my husband to cook lunch, I went to see it, its head in my direction, half squinting, so lying on the mat, reach out to touch, called the big boobs ~, touch is cool, hard, I was startled, retracted his hand, staring at its stomach looked at a moment, did not move, I know, it is gone, in the I know it will be gone, but I did not expect such a fast one in the morning.
At that time, my heart was calm, I sent my husband WeChat, told him that Dami died. I wanted to send a voice, but found that choking unable to open the mouth, so I typed.
At noon with my husband said, I regret, I should have given it earlier to take medication, in the discovery that it does not urinate smoothly old run to the toilet, before Baidu has a number of pre-existing anti-inflammatory medication to eat good cases. Husband did not say anything, husband has always felt that we tried our best, but I know I did not, I know I missed the best time to save it, just when I found it hold urine, I Baidu know it is the penis inflammation, although I do not know what the reason is, but I know that the probability of inflammation so peeing is not smooth to hold urine, I did not buy it anti-inflammatory drugs to eat at that time, I did not try.
8 days ago, Damei almost died, that morning it has been dying (the first day okay, still out to walk, just no spirit, should be acute renal failure), only the eyes can move, turning his eyes to look at me, I touched it and my husband said, I can take it to the doctor? , my husband said: baby, you know, we don't have money, it costs a lot of money to go to the vet. I know, we don't have money, I lost my job when I was three months pregnant, and now my husband is the only one who earns money, and he goes out early and comes home late every day, and I know we are in a very difficult situation, and we don't have money, and we have cysts in the pregnancy test before, and we have to do a couple of big tests, which cost several thousand dollars, and there is also a big cost for inducing abortion if the result is not good, and I know my husband has a hard time, and I know it all, so in the beginning, when I knew that Dah Mee was sick, I asked if I could go to the doctor. The first time I asked if I could go to the doctor, my husband said there was no money, I acquiesced, I can not ask for more, at that time I hope that the big rice can be good, they will get well.
That morning, looking at the big rice soft only a pair of eyes looking at me, in the husband before leaving the door, I cried and asked if I could take it to the doctor, the husband hesitated and said: you take it to go. At 8 o'clock that morning, I used a paper box with only a breath of big Mimi to go to the pet hospital across the street, in picking it up, I touched its stomach there is a big hard lump, at that time I know it must be holding urine to be like this. The doctor catheterized it on the spot, and it was all bloody urine, lots of it. No anesthesia hard catheter hard stitches it then held out, did not die then, after catheterization of the big mimi slowed down a little, the doctor said follow-up treatment to more than two thousand, and also not necessarily good. At that time I was very sad, I have no money, I can not afford to heal, I brought back Big Mimi, with a urinary catheter. I said I don't heal, I felt the coldness of the doctor, maybe it thinks I'm so cold-blooded, make-up and crying, are not willing to spend money to save Dami right.
Yes, I make up a show of sadness and crying to do what, I ultimately not decided not to heal Dami.
From the hospital back to the 8 days, every day to give the big boobs eat amoxicillin anti-inflammatory, with saline to give it flushing the urethra, irrigation it to drink water, I look forward to it can pee after the good, I look forward to it just lick their own inflammation, is not what the stones, not what the urethra blockage; I look forward to eating the anti-inflammatory drugs after the penis smooth, you can pee, and then can be good. At the beginning of those two days, looking at the big rice has spirit, drink water by themselves, I am very happy, I think there is a possibility that it will be good, the doctor is bluffing me, the third day, I gave it to pull out the urinary catheter, found that it can urinate, although a little bit, that day I am very happy? once I thought that the big rice can be good, after two days the big rice has been not eaten, only licked a few mouths of water, the spirit is not very good, the instillation of liquid food is also not eaten.
Until last night, after feeding the medicine, I saw that the big rice could not stand steadily, looking at the thin bones of the big rice, then I instantly understand, it can not live. I checked at night, and every single one of the signs of a uremic death are in line with the signs of a uremic death: wasting away, drinking water but not eating, and either urinating a lot or not urinating at all.
At noon, my husband and I buried Big Mimi by a small river with water, grass and trees. I hope it has a good journey, and if it is reincarnated as a cat in its next life, it must find a rich pooper scooper.
I'm careless, I'm useless, I'm incompetent, I'm poor, so Big Mimi left when she was one year old.
The only thing I'm thankful for is that last night, after the mid-autumn reunion dinner, I repeatedly refused my mother-in-law's request to let me stay over there, or else I wouldn't have been able to stay with Big Mimi even for the last ride.
Whenever a life is lost or parted, it always reminds me of a movie I watched before, to the effect that after the death of a person is the survival of the dead country, if there is no longer someone on earth who remembers the person who has passed away, then it will disappear in the country of the dead, and really disappeared in the sky and the earth.
So I will write my big boobs here, I want to always remember it, just like the big civet flower I raised at home when I was a child, I want to remember the way they used to sleep on my knee, the way they drilled my quilt at night, the way they meowed towards me with a petulant voice, the way they ran towards me duk duk duk duk, the way they tilted their heads to look at me tenderly, the way they pretended to hit them when they don't don't have ears scared and they won't run away. The way you burrow into your arms ......