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Goodbye Flipper
12 years ago
So at 7:04 this morning, my lovable fat cat Flipper died.
I picked her out when I was seven years old from the humane society. My mom came with me, and at first, we saw this very elegant white cat named Sugar. However Sugar had a bad temper around children, so unfortunately she was out of the question.
After a while, the volunteers put four cats out on the floor. Three of them were happily playing together, and there was one that was sitting all by herself in the corner. She looked sad and lonely, and immediately I thought, "She needs a friend, and we need her!"
The lady told me her name was Flipper. What a weird name for a cat - I thought. Mom even said, "She looks so funny! She has a tiny head and a huge body!" But what the lady said after closed the deal for me. Flipper was on her last few days, on the weekend if she still didn't find a home, they would have to put her down.
"We're taking her." I said.
And that was it.
She was five years old then, and she passed away at fifteen.
I'm sad, I feel as though there was so much more I could have done for her. She had a stroke in the middle of the night, and she had so many seizures.
But then I think, I gave her a decade of happiness. And she was always happy to show her appreciation. She knew that I saved her, but in a lot of ways, she saved me too.
So, for the next ten days, I am going to upload a picture of Flipper, one for each year she has blessed my life.
Goodbye Flipper. I love you.
I picked her out when I was seven years old from the humane society. My mom came with me, and at first, we saw this very elegant white cat named Sugar. However Sugar had a bad temper around children, so unfortunately she was out of the question.
After a while, the volunteers put four cats out on the floor. Three of them were happily playing together, and there was one that was sitting all by herself in the corner. She looked sad and lonely, and immediately I thought, "She needs a friend, and we need her!"
The lady told me her name was Flipper. What a weird name for a cat - I thought. Mom even said, "She looks so funny! She has a tiny head and a huge body!" But what the lady said after closed the deal for me. Flipper was on her last few days, on the weekend if she still didn't find a home, they would have to put her down.
"We're taking her." I said.
And that was it.
She was five years old then, and she passed away at fifteen.
I'm sad, I feel as though there was so much more I could have done for her. She had a stroke in the middle of the night, and she had so many seizures.
But then I think, I gave her a decade of happiness. And she was always happy to show her appreciation. She knew that I saved her, but in a lot of ways, she saved me too.
So, for the next ten days, I am going to upload a picture of Flipper, one for each year she has blessed my life.
Goodbye Flipper. I love you.
