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A little drawing I did of our cat Rosie, who we had to put to sleep today one Monday, December 02, 2013. Rosie and her sister were our first pets; me and my sisters. We got Rosie when my sister was about 4 and I was a little younger, maybe three. She was 13-14 yrs. old, and getting sick. She started loosing weight last summer, and began getting weaker and weaker to the point she couldn't move much, slipped and stumbled, and became dehydrated. My mom took her to the vet, and they took alot of blood out of her, which took it out of her. But she was getting sicker, anyways. She was dehydrated, hardly drank on her own and hated to be given water through a syringe. The vet said she had kidney problems. Mom took care of her and tried to help her. No matter what we did, she just deteriorated in front of our eyes. The vet came over today, and said her liver was going...Her gums and inside of her ears were yellow and white...We couldn't save her, and she was suffering. It would have been inhumane to keep her alive any longer.

Rosie and her sister Baby Bop were really close, but Baby Bop currently resides in a pen because she is nervous and titchy outside of it. She chewed off one of her toes previous the pen, because whoever cut her and her sisters tail off as kittens, left her with a permanent nerve in the foot. Baby Bop was actually the first to be skinny and look ill because of her foot, but now she looks like she's only three years, instead of 13-14. We put Rosie with her sister two days before she past away. They had hardly interacted, ever when Baby Bop left her pen. Baby Bop sniffed her sister, and licked her head. It was really sweet.

I normally don't draw our deceased pets, because I find it too hard. I wish I could have done better, but drawing this took it out of me. I wish I could have done better. Rosie always reminded me of a chinese cat, and she loved the sun and her sister. She even started bonding with one of our outdoors cat she almost always ignored, Princess the Tabby, who is seen in this picture.

I hope Rosie's isn't in any pain where ever she is....She yelped a bit before she when't....I don't know if theirs a god, or heaven, or afterlife, or whatever you refer to it as. But where ever Rosie is, I hope its nice. I drew her with a monarch butterfly, and in the sun. Because thinking of Rosie reminds me of my younger years, around six or seven, when everything was purfect, and the pets we had were around. Least the ones I remembered. Missy, Lulu, Sophy and Max were around then.... Its odd without seeing Rosie coming up to you, while your laying on the sidewalk in the sun, and her laying next to your feet and mewing and purring. She used to bit me if I didn't pay attention to her, or just cause she wanted to bite...I feel guilty because I remember popping her when she nipped me...

Somethings about Rosie:

*We got her and her sister from a shelter about 2000. Because our parents didn't have much knowledge of taking care of pets then, we walked out of the shelter carrying them in just our arms, instead of a carrier or a box. When we stopped at a stop-light, the kittens jumped on me and my sisters neck.

*Rosie and Baby Bop used to sleep next to each other all the time, wish I had more pictures of that...

*Rosie hardly ever meowed.

*She when't this one summer ignoring us, and then the next begging for attention...I should have petted her more.

*I once crawled into Rosies cat-house, and she got pissed and bit both my knee-caps.

*I once tried to bring Rosie and Baby Bop in the house, mom got pissed cause they were outside cats.

*I once accidentally got a ball into Rosies house, which a hiss could be heard about seven feet about outside the house.

*It was sunny on the day she when't...which maybe is a sign of something, because she loved the sun....She got to run around a day before she passed, and seen her sister again for the last time, which I think made her feel reassured that her sister was still around and she got to see her.

And now a quote from Albus Dumbledore, which for some reason made me feel slightly better today, when I kept repeating it to myself:

"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure."

I dunno why, it makes me feel slightly better...Hoping that maybe she's having another adventure somewhere else...Or maybe I'm trying to stop myself from crying, but my grief seems beyond years...

Funny, I always wanted to draw Baby Bop and Rosie, but I never drew Rosie tell now...Which is bad, because I can't draw her again without breaking down.

RIP Rosie. You were the best.

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A little drawing I did of our cat Rosie, who we had to put to sleep today one Monday, December 02, 2013. Rosie and her sister were our first pets; me and my sisters. We got Rosie when my sister was about 4 and I was a little younger, maybe three. She was 13-14 yrs. old, and getting sick. She started loosing weight last summer, and began getting weaker and weaker to the point she couldn't move much, slipped and stumbled, and became dehydrated. My mom took her to the vet, and they took alot of blood out of her, which took it out of her. But she was getting sicker, anyways. She was dehydrated, hardly drank on her own and hated to be given water through a syringe. The vet said she had kidney problems. Mom took care of her and tried to help her. No matter what we did, she just deteriorated in front of our eyes. The vet came over today, and said her liver was going...Her gums and inside of her ears were yellow and white...We couldn't save her, and she was suffering. It would have been inhumane to keep her alive any longer.

Rosie and her sister Baby Bop were really close, but Baby Bop currently resides in a pen because she is nervous and titchy outside of it. She chewed off one of her toes previous the pen, because whoever cut her and her sisters tail off as kittens, left her with a permanent nerve in the foot. Baby Bop was actually the first to be skinny and look ill because of her foot, but now she looks like she's only three years, instead of 13-14. We put Rosie with her sister two days before she past away. They had hardly interacted, ever when Baby Bop left her pen. Baby Bop sniffed her sister, and licked her head. It was really sweet.

I normally don't draw our deceased pets, because I find it too hard. I wish I could have done better, but drawing this took it out of me. I wish I could have done better. Rosie always reminded me of a chinese cat, and she loved the sun and her sister. She even started bonding with one of our outdoors cat she almost always ignored, Princess the Tabby, who is seen in this picture.

I hope Rosie's isn't in any pain where ever she is....She yelped a bit before she when't....I don't know if theirs a god, or heaven, or afterlife, or whatever you refer to it as. But where ever Rosie is, I hope its nice. I drew her with a monarch butterfly, and in the sun. Because thinking of Rosie reminds me of my younger years, around six or seven, when everything was purfect, and the pets we had were around. Least the ones I remembered. Missy, Lulu, Sophy and Max were around then.... Its odd without seeing Rosie coming up to you, while your laying on the sidewalk in the sun, and her laying next to your feet and mewing and purring. She used to bit me if I didn't pay attention to her, or just cause she wanted to bite...I feel guilty because I remember popping her when she nipped me...

Somethings about Rosie:

*We got her and her sister from a shelter about 2000. Because our parents didn't have much knowledge of taking care of pets then, we walked out of the shelter carrying them in just our arms, instead of a carrier or a box. When we stopped at a stop-light, the kittens jumped on me and my sisters neck.

*Rosie and Baby Bop used to sleep next to each other all the time, wish I had more pictures of that...

*Rosie hardly ever meowed.

*She when't this one summer ignoring us, and then the next begging for attention...I should have petted her more.

*I once crawled into Rosies cat-house, and she got pissed and bit both my knee-caps.

*I once tried to bring Rosie and Baby Bop in the house, mom got pissed cause they were outside cats.

*I once accidentally got a ball into Rosies house, which a hiss could be heard about seven feet about outside the house.

*It was sunny on the day she when't...which maybe is a sign of something, because she loved the sun....She got to run around a day before she passed, and seen her sister again for the last time, which I think made her feel reassured that her sister was still around and she got to see her.

And now a quote from Albus Dumbledore, which for some reason made me feel slightly better today, when I kept repeating it to myself:

"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure."

I dunno why, it makes me feel slightly better...Hoping that maybe she's having another adventure somewhere else...Or maybe I'm trying to stop myself from crying, but my grief seems beyond years...

Funny, I always wanted to draw Baby Bop and Rosie, but I never drew Rosie tell now...Which is bad, because I can't draw her again without breaking down.

RIP Rosie. You were the best.