Sayonara Baka Nekko Des
Dagupling became my bestest feline friend. He never failed to understand me. When I felt lonely, he would be on my lap sleeping. When I was tired, he never budged when I gave him a hug. He was the only cat that ever slept on my bed. He became my stuffed toy at night. He was bossy when he sleeps taking up almost half of my bed for such small a furball. He was also the jealous type wherein he did not want me to touch Pogi (his bestfriend) or else he would push him away. But Pogi is a timid cat; he did not mind at all.
What is unique about Dagupling is that his fur is as soft a cotton ball and I thought it was hypo-allergenic too. I have asthma so I easily got sick when I touch cats. But as for Dagupling I never did. He was more sickly than me. He would sneeze like a human after he was caught in the rain and he would cough sometimes too. That is why I would like to keep him by my side. I would never mind him sleeping on the computer table, on the tv or on top of the fridge where his place should be on the rags provided. I would like to think him as a very cool cat since he loves to listen to music. He can easily sleep with mellow sounds.
He was such a loved cat since we bought tamban (mackerel) for him so he would eat well. He would even eat banana cue, corn and even chocolates! Everything I eat except for sour fruits he would eat them. He would not even eat anywhere on the floor other than his plate or on his rag! he really had manners. I really found that amazing.
Last month, we noticed that Dagupling has no appetite and was getting thinner. He was also missing during the day only coming home for the night to eat. Until last last week when I was just lying on my bed about to sleep, I thought about him while he was lying on a rag but after a moment he was jumping on my chest. I thought there was some connection there that he wanted to sleep with me too. I noticed that something was wrong with his breathing. It was long and grumbling. (Usually cats have a faster breathing rate than humans when at rest.) He slept tight for two hours while I was just texting somebody then he motioned me to go outside so I let him. He looked back at me at the doorway as if he was saying goodbye and then he head on to the gate. That was the last time I saw him. I was not supposed to let him go that night but I thought that would be selfish.
Until now, we have not found Dagupling’s body. Dad said that when cats are dying, they would not let their bodies be found by their owners. They would not like being a bother, he also said. Like duh, they still keep their pride even if they are dying. I would have given him a decent burial.
It is really hard losing a pet. It is hard losing someone whom I have formed a bond with and has been part of my routine in the last four years. It is still hard to let go of such routine. I missed hugging him, holding him, giving him a bath and sleeping with him in a day. I do not mind if he poos on my bed as long as I can have him back. I miss his smell because he smells too good for a cat.
I really really miss my miming. I miss him so much that I am dying. I want him to know that he was such a stupid stupid stupid cat.
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