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lynnehelen
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Please pray for her comfort, wherever she is. She died in 2003 after living only a year and a half. My cat, Daisy, was dyiing of old age in Pennsylvania, and I promised my son that I would bring her here to Florida and that if I could not, I would get him a pet.
The abusiviveness of the atmosphere in the house at the time was such that I was fearful to do so. I was refused the purchase of a mouse at the Petmart downtown and went to the one next to the Berean book store where I bought my Bibles. There, my son and acquired Cocoa, the last of the litter, she had been left behind, she was a little fat. I think she had some sort of hormonal problem.
She took to us and we took to her.
But the story is very sad. Too sad to tell. Also too crazy. In the end she died of an untreated urinary tract infection. I didn’t konw what the problem was. She was burning up with fever. The vet I had taken her too previously had hurt her leg and I didn’t want to take her back. It was 11 at night. She was burning up with fever. My husband said take her to the vet. I just couldn’t. I don’t even know why. Actually, I do. A dumb student doctor at my psychiatrist’s office, where I had taken her with me, said something really ignorant when he left the room for a moment, and it b locked me. I had been planning to take her that day.
My husband finally took her when he got back from work out of town but it was too late.
She died.
She was a best friend to my son. He was in Pennsylvania with my mother when she went. He was sitting by Daisy, who went around the same time.
For all animals, even the rats and possums I had to chase away from my home, may the Lord watch over them as so many of them, especially pets, who are the most utterly helpless little creatures that exist, suffer for us.
For my own selfish sake, (I am in tears again, all these years later), help me to remember the good things about that brief time that my son and I had with Cocoa, his one pet.
Please pray.
The abusiviveness of the atmosphere in the house at the time was such that I was fearful to do so. I was refused the purchase of a mouse at the Petmart downtown and went to the one next to the Berean book store where I bought my Bibles. There, my son and acquired Cocoa, the last of the litter, she had been left behind, she was a little fat. I think she had some sort of hormonal problem.
She took to us and we took to her.
But the story is very sad. Too sad to tell. Also too crazy. In the end she died of an untreated urinary tract infection. I didn’t konw what the problem was. She was burning up with fever. The vet I had taken her too previously had hurt her leg and I didn’t want to take her back. It was 11 at night. She was burning up with fever. My husband said take her to the vet. I just couldn’t. I don’t even know why. Actually, I do. A dumb student doctor at my psychiatrist’s office, where I had taken her with me, said something really ignorant when he left the room for a moment, and it b locked me. I had been planning to take her that day.
My husband finally took her when he got back from work out of town but it was too late.
She died.
She was a best friend to my son. He was in Pennsylvania with my mother when she went. He was sitting by Daisy, who went around the same time.
For all animals, even the rats and possums I had to chase away from my home, may the Lord watch over them as so many of them, especially pets, who are the most utterly helpless little creatures that exist, suffer for us.
For my own selfish sake, (I am in tears again, all these years later), help me to remember the good things about that brief time that my son and I had with Cocoa, his one pet.
Please pray.