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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 334 Joined: 2-April 06 Member No.: 1,515 ![]() |
I came to this site when Daisy, my beloved Yorkshire Terrier died. She was the first dog that was ever mine. Her death was devestating to me, and I have said much about it. I have also talked about Debbie, Zoe and Nicole, the dogs of my childhood. But Glitter, the cat of my earliest childhood I have only alluded to. I now feel the need to talk about her horrible death over 35 years ago.
I was two years old and my sister was 4, when my parents brought Glitter home, a black cat with a spot of white under her chin. I am sure that I did not treat her properly since I was two and my parents were not the type to care about this sort of thing. Anyhow, when I was around 7 or 8, we used to go to Cape Cod for summer vacation. Glitter was an indoor cat, but somehow she got out. She was missing for awhile and then came home, having been badly hurt in some kind of fight with a dog or cat. My sister and I begged my parents to take her right to the vet, but they said it would have to wait until later when they went out for dinner. I don't know how long it was, but Glitter lay suffering in the bathroom between the toilet and the bathroom wall, until they were dressed and ready to go out. The next morning they told us that they had taken Glitter to the vet, but she could not be saved. I have no doubt now that they simply had the vet put her to sleep without trying to save her, if they took her there at all. I never talk of this because the memory, which involves Glitter suffering and my parents being cruel is too painful. But, I felt that this was a supportive place where I could mention it. Nothing can really help now and Glitter has been gone many years, but I feel so bad for her. She had a terrible life and a worse death. Daisy's Mommy Remembering also Debbie, Zoe, Nicky and Glitter |
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