This is.. was.. IS one of my cats, we may not have been close.. in fact in like he always tryed his best to avoid/run from me but he came to me for comfort in his last hours, using the little bit of life he had to drag himself across linolium to the room where I was when blood clots formed and removed the use of his legs. More blood clots from a heart condition also were suspected to have formed in his kidneys and brain, severly altering his behavur in his last days. He passed around 2am today with those that loved his present to see him off.

This friend was special in I saved him, he lived to be over a decade old but would've died long ago due to being born a stray to a little that lived under the trailer my family lived in at the time, thankfuly more than foolishly my parents said that if I was to catch one of the kittens I could keep it. I did, I cought him with instinful ease, almost like I was ment to catch him around the age of 9. we were very close for a while till my ex-step-sister's jelousy drove her to manopolise him and in the process tramatised him to all human presence other than my mother who he was next to obsessed with. He lived a long and happy life, earning the nick names 'The Bad One'(Aditude more than action, a tease not a scold), 'Squirrrly' and later, 'Old man'.
I came home from work the day before this submision to see him moving around well, I did hear some odd mewls while I was in the shower but I've heard them before, ussaly when he misses my mother so I saddly dismissed them though I remmember feeling sad when I heard them. an hour later I was on the phone and I heard a noise, after hearing it a few more times(The room was dark as it was 11pm and I didn't have the lights on) I finaly noticed him.. his back legs limp and him using his forpaws to drag himself over the linolium floor towards me.. This emidiatly alarmed me as he has -NEVER- came toward me sence he was a kitten. I thought he had run into something(He seemed to think he could run though walls/forget that paws and claws don't work well on smooth floors) and broke his leg so I gentaly picked him up but he was defanatly out of it.. very not himself, wouldn't eat cat treats, drink water or seem to reconise his name. It now honors me that he didn't go off to die alone and that he came to me for his final moments. I wraped him in a towle gentaly after feeling his leg to find no breaks, holding him gentaly as I waited for my mother, when she came home from work a while later we called up and located a 24 hour vetanary clinic. We grew more worried when he seemed indifrent to the cat carrier that normaly he would maul us for. We drove him to the clinic, our hopes for his well being rising when he seemed to perk up, cry out loudly and walking about inside the carrier, looking and sounding much like his former self, creating thoughts of a minor injery that just therw the mildly crazy feline for a loop. These hopes were crushed when the vet informed us that he was dangorusly dehidrated and that blue quicks(The normaly pink flesh that there claws grow from) indicated that his heart contition was causing clots to be thrown, blocking bloood to his leg and posably(Though from his behaviour and the signs more than likly) other locations like his kidneys and brain. We were informed that there were treatments but only around 5% that have this problem make out at all and even they will have reocurences within the year, with most having fatal blockages and dieing at home. Me and my mother did not wish this and with the out look so grin and him seeming to be in much pain and in little control of himself we made the desision to let him rest, he will be cremated and his remains will be returned to us.. He and his ever present presence will be deeply missed as I've lost a rival and my mother a companion, a unique hole that will never be fully filled having been formed in our family in a few sort hours.

I prey that He and Sarah get along better while they wait for me as I hope to see them both when it's my time.
With much love and sadness I say goodby dear friend, I wish we were closer.

Tomas Merriman ?/?/1994(Will need to converm when I cought him)-5/31/2007