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[ warning, i cried hella while writing thing ]
By: Raven` Date: July 14, 2015, 7:17 am
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So, my friend and I were talking over the internet, and the
question came up as to why I want to be a veterinarian. I told
her, "Well, there's many reasons. I love pets, my younger self
wanted it, and I don't want others to suffer heartbreak." She
then responded, "What kind of heartbreak?" "Well, I had many
pets have issues, had to be given away, et cetera. Hedge hogs,
turtles, fish, et cetera. My cats, though. They're all a story
on their own." "Well, I have time. Blow me away with your
writing skills. Make me cry." "Well, okaaaay..."
[spoiler]When I was two, my mom adopted three kittens, one being
the elder brother to the other two. I kept the youngest one and
named it Mokey (as I was having trouble with the letter 'S', and
couldn't name him Smokey) His elder brother was given to my
grandmother, and the last brother was given to my uncle. Ink and
Nugs, respectively. Now, my mom had to, well, go away for a long
while. So I left to live with my dad (as they weren't together
at the time) and my cat was given to my other uncle to be taken
care of. I practically forgot about him with my puny memory.
Years went by, and Mokey ended up in the care of my grandmother,
who lived nearby me when my mother finally came home. I would go
over nearly every day just to play with the cats. I guess
something clicked in my mind without me realizing it? Well, we
had to move again, and I apparently threw a temper tantrum
because I didn't want to leave the cat. My grandmother and
mother spoke, and we took my cat home. On the ride there, I
learned that he was really my cat from a while ago. At this
point, he was maybe seven or eight years old.
We lived in our new house, and I think the cat realized who I
was because I specifically remember the first night of him being
there, he hopped onto my bed and curled up with me. Months went
by, things happened. I remembered one time where he tried to
bolt out the front door and I chased after him, earning a
scratch from above my right eye down to under my cheek bone. My
father tried to get rid of him after that, but I wouldn't allow
it. August came around, and my little brother was allowed a pet
of his own. He chose out the odd kitten of the group - while the
rest were black and white and male, he chose the only female
with gray, white, orange, and tabby. She also was double pawed.
He named her Mimi, and our cats clicked right away.
More months went by and we had to move again. We settled into
the new house fairly quickly and had our fun. All until one day.
I remember that morning, I was reading a book and Mokey was
sitting next to me, meowing and crying. I thought he was just
being an attention hog, so I pushed him away. I went to school
that day, and came home later. Hours went by and I couldn't find
him. I asked my mom for help, and we soon found him under my
bed. He growled at us, hissed, and even swiped his claws. My dad
had to get him into a crate so we could bring him to the animal
hospital. My brother and I stayed at our grandmother's house,
where I sat and played with her cats (Ink being one of them)
until my mother came back. When she did, she didn't come back
with a crate. She just handed me the cheap collar we had given
him about a week before, and said sorry. It turned out that he
was having bladder failure, and that crystals blocked his
urethra. My grandmother ended up calling her landlord, asking a
few questions, and then handed me a shovel. I watched as they
dug out a hole beside her house and got the box that my cat was
in. I remember being told to throw a handfull of dirt on his
paper coffin, like they do in real burials. I patted down the
dirt and sat there for what felt like hours. I took his collar
and put it on my wrist, wore it like a bracelet, and went to the
car to mourn my cat. We went home later, and the collar on my
wrist jingled, which caused my brother's cat to come out of
hiding and meow, looking for my cat. I remember having to let my
dad take the bell off of the collar, as to not disturb her any
more. I kept that collar through fifth grade, and half way
through sixth grade before I lost it in the art room. That day
was extremely devastating for me, because I felt like I let him
down.
Even more months went by after his death, and my mom decided to
bring me to a place for a surprise. I remember that it was
downpouring when we arrived at this apartment building where I
didn't recognize anything. A lady came out, said hello, and led
us into her house, where I was welcomed by many little kittens.
I giggled, and laughed, and played with them while my mom and
the lady talked. One of the kittens specifically wouldn't leave
me alone, and I picked him up. He curled up in my arms and fell
asleep, then and there. The lady looked at me and smiled. "You
like him, don't you? Well, it sure seems like he likes you. How
about you keep him?" I remember looking at my mom for
permission, and after her nodding yes, I remember squealing and
saying thousands of thank yous, hugging that cat to death. We
went back out into the car, and I began petting him and cooing
to him. My mom asked what I would name him, and I looked outside
and did the most dramatic thing. I pointed to the sky and said,
"Rayn. I want to name him Rayn." she giggled at me, as the cat
wasn't even blue, so such a name would be weird. But she agreed
and drove off. Days went by, and Mimi accepted the new family
member almost immediately. They bonded, played around, had fun.
At some point, I even heard my mom and dad talking about the new
cat, and how he acted very similar to Mokey. They dubbed him as
an old soul born into a new body.
Sadly, we moved again. This time was the last time, though. I
still live in this house. But my brother's cat, Mimi, wasn't
acting right. She would go to the bathroom right outside her
litter box, or in the sink. She would meow constantly and then
attack when you would try to pet her. Finally, the last straw
was when I was sleeping, and she peed on my bed. My mom brought
her to the vet, and they dubbed that there was nothing wrong
with her. So, the only choice left was to give her away. We gave
her to a farm, where she could hunt mice to her heart’s content.
And after her, we went months upon months with only three pets,
a cat and two dogs, mine and my mom’s. My dog is still alive and
well, while my mom’s… That’s a different story.
Anyways, last year, my cat started acting funny. He would go
into the litter box and sit there at least five times in an
hour, with nothing coming out. Other times, he would just sit in
there, as if he was waiting for something. My mom said it was
normal, though I think she didn’t want me worrying. Well, one
day, I was talking to my online friends when I heard my cat
meow. Now, he isn’t vocal. At all. So hearing him meow is like,
wow. Okay. I’m watching. I looked over at him and saw him near
the door, crouching as if he was peeing, though the only thing
coming out was a drop. I groaned, thinking he had an accident,
and put a piece of paper under him to help soak up anything
else. I then noticed a slight tinge of pink to his pee, and
began to worry. I got napkins and set it up under him before
going to get my mom. It wasn’t even a minute before we came
back, and the drops on the napkin were already pure red. My mom
told me to load him into the crate, and we brought him to the
hospital. It turned out that he was going through the same thing
Mokey did. I left the room, slipped into the bathroom, and went
into hysterics. I didn’t want to lose another cat to the same
disease. By the time I cleaned myself up and went back to the
room, he was gone and so was the crate. I looked to my mom, who
was on the phone with my dad. I was scared. The vet came back
out and smiled at me. “Everything will be fine.” I didn’t even
know what was going on. My mom signed some papers, shook a hand,
and led me out of the hospital. In the car, she explained to me
that the bill was up near a thousand dollars, and that she and
my dad devised a plan for a hundred a month. My cat was going to
be fine, but the problem could come back if we weren’t careful.
I, of course, thanked them too many times. I took up extra
chores, as it felt like I had a debt to pay too. I kept on top
of my cat’s feeding, giving him special food every morning, and
normal food every night. I later learned that the stress of not
having another cat around caused the crystals in his bladder,
and my mom decided that it was finally time to get another cat.
Now, before this cat, we had my mom’s dog. She was a loving pit
who adored sleeping in my brothers room with him. It was maybe a
month after my cat was brought home from the hospital that she
started showing issues too. She peed on his bed, tore up his
favorite stuffed animal, and started chewing on things. She was
five at the time, but acted like she was a puppy. My parents
went out one night, and she whined and wobbled up to me. Her
back legs barely moved. I picked her up and set her on the
couch, where her back legs collapsed under her completely. I
called my mom and started crying, scared. She rushed home and
rushed us to the hospital. I remember the line being long. I had
to sit back and hold her, a forty pound dog, so that her front
legs didn’t have to. We brought her in, and the vet showed that
she still had feeling in her legs. He said that she had a tumor
in her brain that was basically reverting her back to puppy
stage, and then there was a slipped disk in her back. The only
way she could continue on was in a doggy wheel chair and with
thousands of dollars in brain surgery. My family couldn’t afford
paying even more bills on top of the ones my cat already caused,
and decided that if she couldn’t run and jump like she used to,
she wouldn’t be a happy dog, and asked the vet to put her out of
her misery. We had her cremated, and she now sits on the mantel
with her favorite toy. Because of her death, I felt miserable
because I thought it was my fault do to my cat’s issues, my
brother felt miserable (he yelled at her the day before and
slept over a friend’s that night, so he didn’t even get a proper
good bye), and my dad’s new pups felt abandoned, as she acted
like a mother and a safety blanket towards them. The only one
who wasn’t affected by her death was my dog, but even that said,
I feel like my dog knew something was up when we didn’t come
home with her oldest friend.
Anyways, to get all of our spirits up again, my parents adopted
another cat who clung to my brother’s side like glue. He named
her Storm due to her gray fur color. My cat didn’t like her at
first, but they got used to each other, and now their cuddle
bugs. My cat, ever since we got her, had been more energetic,
and fun, and he didn’t get the crystals back yet. We assumed
that the stress was taken off of him when another cat was
brought around. Ever since then, we had to give up one of my
dad’s new dogs, as he had eaten so much plastic and wood that he
refused to eat more, and nearly all of it was still in his
organs. But other than that, we’ve been a happy animal farm
since. Rayn and Storm get along fine, and neither have shown any
more medical issues. My dog and my dad’s dog get along, too. We
made a memorial outside for my mom’s dog, and put flowers on
Mokey’s grave. I don’t think its at all sad to say that our pets
become our children, our brothers, our cousins, all in a sense,
to the point where we treat their passing like one.
All these animal heart breaks alone, along with a few others
with just other animals, pushed me to believe and trust in vets,
even though half of the time their prices are too high. I guess
that ever since my first cat passed, I didn’t want other kids to
suffer like that. And with each of the passings and medical
problems, I found myself liking the idea of being a veterinarian
more and more. Saving animal lives and putting them out of their
ongoing misery. Or even rehoming them to better places. I don’t
know. I just know I want to help them.
Holy hell this turned out longer than expected. Aha. Sorry vuv
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Re: [ warning, i cried hella while writing thing ]
By: dawnfire111 Date: July 14, 2015, 12:00 pm
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um
okay
so
i sorta cried
because um
i don't know if i told you guys but one of our cats, boots, died
recently. it was in may, so it's still kinda hard for me to talk
about but at least i can't burst into tears online right?
the symptoms were similar to mokey's and rayn's, but it was
kidney failure, i think. he was always a moody cat, but he had
grown more irritable than normal, and he didn't like anyone
touching around his hips. then suddenly he got really sick and
weak. he didn't leave the bathroom so he could be close to the
litter boxes, but when he went in them nothing would come out
and he'd just crawl back to the rug. everyone thought he just
had stomach troubles or constipation. i was really the only one
who was worried. finally my mom took him to the vet. when she
came back, my sister ran up to her to see how he was and i was
just in the distance somewhere. we were both working outside so.
then i saw her start crying and hug mom, and i just ran over. he
had to get put down, because the surgery would've been expensive
and probably wouldn't have worked anyway. i'm still can't
believe he's gone even now.
anyway, i'm really happy that you want to do something about
this. i think it helps when you know that even though some of
your pets and family are gone, at least you're helping others
get theirs back. i'm also really sorry about your pets, even
though it's been a while. i can tell mokey was a big part of
your life. so was boots for me. i mean, i thought was going to
grow old with my other cats and it just came out of nowhere.
edit; also, sorry i haven't been posting much on the other
threads. ;n; i've been busy and stressed
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Re: [ warning, i cried hella while writing thing ]
By: Raven` Date: July 14, 2015, 1:03 pm
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i'm sorry about boots, dawny. really. :c here, i'll even give
you many internet hugs. *hugsgsgsgsg*
but really, i'm sorry that he had to live out the last of his
days like that. i guess you should look to upside of this: hes
free of pain now. <3
that's another thing, though. when rayn went to the hospital,
there were at least three other animals there with the same
thing happening to them. the vets were stunned, and my mom and i
were connecting dots slowly. all the pets were male and lived in
the city we live in now. my mom then came to the conclusion that
its either a male thing or the water in the city. the vet
confirmed that males are more likely to get infections and such
in their bladders and intestines, yet at the time, the vet
didn't know why.
just. just keep fueling my desire to saVE EVERY ANIMAL EVER.
but, in all reality, writing that whole thing made me realize
more and more how, like, saddening it can be to lose a close
friend, even if their furry or walk on four legs. as far as i
know, losing someone like that to most people is the equivalent
to losing someone in their real family, like a sibling or a
parent. which can obviously lead to depression and such. so
setting up myself to be a vet and wanting to study things like
this, in hope that i can make things better? it could help a lot
of people avoid depression or even losing their pet in the first
place and omg i'm just really happy that i'm actually thinking
about what i want with life.
[s] its fine boo. take your time, i'll be here[/s]
okay but serious talk what is WITH the prices for surgeries and
stuff for pets? like, the visits up here alone are just 50
bucks. medication is at least 75 dollars more to fill up a
couple weeks full. and then there are overnight fees and hella
surgery fees like???? i get that y'all need the money for the
supplies n shii but really. open a donation center. lower your
prices. its because of /you/ that people can't afford to take
care of their pet, so they have to surrender their child in
order for it to stay alive.
greedy money suckers sometimes i wanna PUNCH THEM
tbh if i do become a vet i'll probably wanna punch myself
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Re: [ warning, i cried hella while writing thing ]
By: dawnfire111 Date: July 14, 2015, 7:10 pm
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thanks ;w; /hugshsghugssgs
that's really weird and sad poor bbs :c
it sounds like an epidemic but hOW??
that comfirms it you must save the world mkay save all the
animals
yeah, especially because i know some people have pets because
they're lonely or depressed and the dog/cat is one of their only
friends. i can't imagine how devastating it would be to lose
them. but you could help so much as a vet though?? like, when my
sister's dog and boots was put down, the vets [s]not sure if the
same or two different ones[/s] sent a personal letter saying
they were sorry for our loss and that they'd help anyway they
could. maybe it was just a simple, routine thing they did, but
they don't know how happy it made me feel.
[s]mkay thx<3[/s]
so i don't really know what the prices are where we go, but it's
not cheap, i know that. it's crazy, but i guess any kind of
hospital bill has to be ridiculously expensive, even with
animals. our country just needs help with money. period.
[s]maybe that's how they all feel[/s]
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Re: [ warning, i cried hella while writing thing ]
By: Raven` Date: July 14, 2015, 7:40 pm
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/hugss
i doNT KNOW HOW I WILL BUT I WILL DO IT
i remember when my mom's dog died, the vet's took their time
before cremating her and inked her paw and copied it onto a
piece of paper, with which they wrote a letter on and put a
quote on too before giving it to us. when we received her
remains, we received a real card with her paw print on it as
well. i wanted to squeeze that vet so much because they took
time out of their day to do it like??? omg thanks i lov u
<3
see the thing is with our country, is that we like to spend
money on essentially stupid crap, or put it in places it isn't
needed. at least, that's my understanding of it. i saw earlier
that the funds for minion commercials alone could help with many
college tuitions. and that's not counting other types of
commercials, or other types of ad revenue. like, i get that that
isn't govt money but at the same time, someone is out there
thinking it would be a cool idea to set up another commercial
instead of putting that money to better use.
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