I had a cat. He had lived an almost perfect life for a cat. Be it wandering around the hood or stay at home for some wild life documentaries or hang out with his best friends or me with some munchies. He was different than all cats I've known and i took care of dozens of them. He had some of those perks almost identical to human behavior and he was so happy no matter what's bothering.
After diagnosed with lung failure at his 17, he could barely keep his fur clean and almost ate nothing but supplements. He lost 2.5 kg and became very weak. It was the first time in his entire life he was looking miserable. When i took him to the vet, we've decided not to use injection because I've had hope. After these events he lost interest in playing with me or with his friends due to being fatigue all the time. He just wanted to sleep and do nothing. Three weeks later, at one night, while i was sleeping with him in the living room, i woke up to a scream. He was a cat always making funny sounds for a cat but this time, it was a such a horror-pain inducing scream that i call it a scream. Suddenly i realized he could inhale but seemed like it was impossible for him to exhale. I immediately took him to the same vet in the middle of the night. While on the way to the place, he wasn't dead. I knew it, because i have carried lots of dead animals to vets or buried them, I'm familiar with the grip of a dead body. As i entered the clinic, he was probably in coma or something I thought. Vet put him on the desk and started doing his thing. While I was crouching to meet his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse in his worrisome, dead-looking eyes, I looked for something familiar, something alive.
When vet said that it's gone, i started to cry as I was looking in his hugely dilated, deep pitch black eyes. Vet asked if he is allowed to use an adrenaline injection just for maybe and I said do it. Following that, after I've lost all my hope and thought that my best friend has passed away, suddenly there was a twitch and his pupils became narrower and then suddenly my buddy managed to stare at me the first time since we fell asleep together a couple hours ago on the couch and at that moment i saw only one thing in his gaze, gratitude. After two seconds, his pitch black eyes were back and locked at nowhere, he was dead again, but this time I could tell his age by its face, never before.
RIP buddy.
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