I have blisters on my hands. And they're stained orange from the Georgia clay.
******** John.
Idiot was getting out of his rocking chair and snapped Jasmine's neck under the bottom. And she didnt die then. But he denied knowing anything. Said she was convulsing and acting weird after playing with the other cats. Chickenshit old b*****d.
I understand if its an ACCIDENT. Which anyone could make that ACCIDENT. But at the same time anyone could admit to it and get a clear picture on the freaking incident and what to expect. That happened SATURDAY. In the morning. And he didnt say it was his fault until this morning/ noon. Me, Ariel, and Cassie were on the porch with her and she was in this weird position. She would twitch and start to claw at the air and floorboards but could barely mew or move. Couldnt stand.
When I called dad earlier before that I mentioned the kitten to him and he freaked out saying how horrible it was and even cried. He said that if we could get to a vet he would pay what it took to have her checked and anything done to her. So NO ******** ONE but Grandpa and Ariel were grateful for that. I called the Emergency and asked them. They said that head trauma was very difficult to distinguish. So they gave me the grovetown Vet number.
We called and made an app for 2. It was about 12:30.
Ariel left with Kat and told Jasmine goodbye. Saying that she had better live until she got back at least.
When we got to the Vet we handed her to the nurse and the nurse said that it looked bad. Like a broken neck. So when we saw the vet, With Nancy, Cassie and me she shook her head and said: This pose shes in...This is a very bad sign.
Its called something I cant remember. A position that started with an S.
So they had to put her to sleep. We wanted to stay with her and Nancy just wanted in on the drama so we stayed. I didnt think I was going to cry, but when they stuck her with that huge needle, as big as her leg NOT made for KITTENS, she started cryign and jerking. They missed the damn vein. So they did the other leg. But by then, I think she was dead. We wrapped her up and Cassie carried her out to the car while I called dad and he talked to the lady about payment over the phone.
When we got home we stared to dig the grave. ******** Grandma wouldnt let Zach bring the cat inside the house after Id taken it out for the FIFTH time, if not more. For no reason, too. Just wouldnt let us put the body in AC while we worked in the heat. We didnt stop digging until I dont know when. The hole was alot bigger than just-big-enough. And we decorated her Edelwood Carburator box and I put my whte sweat tanktop in there was a padding and Cassie put in her skull and crossbones bracelet. We wrapped her up in a baby blanket, put her in the box, then buried her. Bitches had told us that it was a waste of tape and paper to decorate the box. MY paper, mind you. Assholes.
Then right when we came in there were no condolences, no respectful silence. Just: Okay now yall can take showers.
******** UGH.
 l2edPanda · Mon Jul 06, 2009 @ 10:50pm · 1 Comments |
