yappa started getting really bad tuesday night. she would go into a litterbox, dig around, go into another, and come out and yowl. it broke my heart the second i saw it because it meant that the cancer grew too big and covered her urethra. couple that with the fact that she could no longer control her bladder when even sitting there being pet or even walking...

yappa had to be put down yesterday. it was the hardest thing i've ever done and i can't stop crying over it. even the vet cried. even my mom cried. we all knew she wouldn't pull through but this is still so hard. the house seems so empty without her. i keep expecting to see her come padding around the corner looking up at me adoringly, or stepping in a puddle where she was sitting. it feels like someone ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it against the wall.

i love you yappa. i miss you with all my kitty loving heart.

From: [identity profile] daliah.livejournal.com


you have to know you did the right thing....she loves you so much, and always will in her happy little kitty afterlife....shell come back to you one day, i firmly believe that, and she will make sure you know it...just give her a chance to pick the perfect kitty body to inhabit....*long sympathetic hugs* and once again, feel free to pick up a chat if you need to...were thinking of you and yappa (creep shared memories of what a good cat she was when i told him she was ill)

From: [identity profile] paroxysm-cycle.livejournal.com


lol, that kitty followed that boy around like his feet were made of tuna! that is, when she wasn't sprawled out on a heater vent, glutton that she was, lol.
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